The Foundation of the City 
will spring with incredible fury on any 
living thing, ant or lion or man, that 
dares to profane the sacred ark. This 
we may term anger, ridiculous obsti- 
nacy, or heroism, according as our mind 
be disposed. 
But of their want of solidarity outside 
the hive, and even of sympathy within it, 
I can find nothing to say. Are we to 
believe that each form of intellect possesses 
its own strange limitation, and that the 
tiny flame which with so much difficulty 
at last burns its way through inert matter 
and issues forth from the brain, is still so 
uncertain that if it illumine one point more 
strongly the others are forced into blacker 
darkness? Here we find that the bees (or 
nature acting within them) have organised 
work in common, the love and cult of the 
future, in a manner more perfect than can 
elsewhere be discovered. Is it for this 
reason that they have lost sight of ali the 
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