"In your company, on the contrary, O my Cricket, I feel the throbbing of life, which is the soul of our lump of clay, and that is why, under my rosemary hedge, I give but an absent glance at the constellation of the Swan and devote all my attention to your serenade! A living speck -- the merest dab of life -- capable of pleasure and pain, is far more interesting to me than all the immensities of mere matter."
Fabre's Book of Insects by Jean Henri Fabre
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