The Young Queens 
milk, who with folded arms and head 
bent forward await the hour of awakening. 
In their uniform tombs, that, isolated, 
become nearly transparent, they seem 
almost like hoary gnomes, lost in deep 
thought, or legions of virgins whom the 
folds of the shroud have contorted, who 
are buried in hexagonal prisms that some 
inflexible geometrician has multiplied to 
the verge of delirium. 
Over the entire area that the vertical 
walls enclose, and in the midst of this 
growing world that so soon shall trans- 
form itself, that shall four or five times in 
succession assume fresh vestments, and 
then spin its own winding-sheet in the 
shadow, hundreds of workers are dancing 
and flapping their wings. They appear 
thus to generate the necessary heat, and 
accomplish some other object besides that 
is still more obscure; for this dance of 
theirs contains some extraordinary move- 
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