The Swarm 
have no idea of the kind; that their care 
for the future, love of the race, and many 
other feelings we choose to ascribe to 
them, are truly no more than forms as- 
sumed by the necessities of life, the fear 
of suffering or death, and the attraction of 
pleasure. Let it be so; look on it all as 
a figure of speech; it is a matter to which 
I attach no importance. The one thing 
certain here, as it is the one thing certain 
in all other cases, is that, under special 
circumstances, the bees will treat their 
queen in a special manner. The rest is 
all mystery, around which we only can 
weave more or less ingenious and pleasant 
conjecture. And yet, were we speaking 
of man in the manner wherein it were 
wise perhaps to speak of the bee, is there 
very much more we could say? He too 
yields only to necessity, the attraction of 
pleasure, and the fear of suffering; and 
what we call our intellect has the same 
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