"Bees provide signs of future events both private and public, when a cluster of them hangs down in houses and temples — portents that have often been presaged by momentous events. They settled on the mouth of Plato when he was a young child and foretold the charm of his very pleasing eloquence. They settled in Drusus' camp at the time of our great victory at Arbalo: indeed augurs, who always think the presence of bees is a bad omen, are not invariably correct."
[Pliny the Elder, Natural History, Book 11, section 55, translated by John F. Healy]
Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label animals. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 17, 2018
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Potential Bigfoot Houses?
News story here. Of course it happens as soon as I leave New Mexico.
Monday, December 4, 2017
Kenneth Anger's "Rabbit's Moon"
This is the 1979 version. The music is A Raincoat's "It Came in the Night."
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Sunday, August 12, 2012
"Dogs and Other Philosophers"
As far as could be learnt it appeared that the poor young dog,
still under the impression that since he was kept for running after
sheep, the more he ran after them the better, had at the end of his meal
off the dead lamb, which may have given him additional energy and
spirits, collected all the ewes into a corner, driven the timid
creatures through the hedge, across the upper field, and by main force
of worrying had given them momentum enough to break down a portion of
the rotten railing, and so hurled them over the edge.
[The dog] had done his work so thoroughly that he was considered too good a workman to live, and was, in fact, taken and tragically shot at twelve o'clock that same day -- another instance of the untoward fate which so often attends dogs and other philosophers who follow out a train of reasoning to its logical conclusion, and attempt perfectly consistent conduct in a world made up so largely of compromise.
[From Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy]
[The dog] had done his work so thoroughly that he was considered too good a workman to live, and was, in fact, taken and tragically shot at twelve o'clock that same day -- another instance of the untoward fate which so often attends dogs and other philosophers who follow out a train of reasoning to its logical conclusion, and attempt perfectly consistent conduct in a world made up so largely of compromise.
[From Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy]
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