“ Someone to whom I recently showed my glass beehive, with its movement like the main gear wheel of a clock - Someone who saw the constant agitation of the honeycomb, the mysterious maddened commotion of the nurse bees over the nest, the teeming bridges and stairways of wax, the invading spiral of the queen, the endlessly varied and repetitive labors of the swarm, the relentless and ineffectual toil, the fevered comings and goings, the call to sleep always ignored, undermining the next days work, the final repose of death, far from a place that tolerates neither sickness nor tombs - Someone who observed these things, after the initial astonishment had passed, quickly looked away with an expression of indescribable sadness and horror.
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Víctor Erice, Ángel Fernández Santos, and Francisco J. Querejeta, The Spirit of the Beehive (El espíritu de la colmena), 1973
Víctor Erice, Ángel Fernández Santos, and Francisco J. Querejeta, The Spirit of the Beehive (El espíritu de la colmena), 1973
