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Les feux de juillet ne les éveillent pas de leur torpeur. En ce mois, époque de la seconde génération des Halictes, il y a comme une trêve de Dieu : le parasite chôme, et l'abeille travaille en paix. Si les hostilités reprenaient coup sur coup, aussi meurtrières en été qu'elles viennent de l'être au printemps, la race de l'Halicte, trop compromise, disparaîtrait peut-être.
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Shall we never behold the realization of that sublime vision which is sung on Sundays in the smallest village-church: Gloria in excelsis Deo, et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis! If war affected humanity alone, perhaps the future would have peace in store for us, seeing that generous minds are working for it with might and main; but the scourge also rages among the lower animals, which in their obstinate way, will never listen to reason. Once the evil is laid down as a general condition, it perhaps becomes incurable. Life in the future, it is to be feared, will be what it is to-day, a perpetual massacre.
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