“. . . ask him if there were ever such a day as that, when even the bees were diving deep down into the cups of flowers and stopping there, as if they had made up their minds to retire from business and be manufacturers of honey no more. The day was made for laziness, and lying on one’s back in green places, and staring at the sky till its brightness forced one to shut one’s eyes and go to sleep; and was this a time to be poring over musty books in a dark room, slighted by the very sun itself? Monstrous!”
La referencia a la abeja en este texto traduce más o menos así: “. . . incluso las abejas se escondian al fondo del cáliz de las flores y se estaban allí como si se hubieran decidido a dejar su negocio y ya nunca fabricar miel”.
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