I settle into their pace. The uniform pounding of feet in my ears and the homogeneity of the people around me makes me believe that I could choose this. I could be subsumed into Abnegation's hive mind, projecting always outward.
I settle into their pace. The uniform pounding of feet in my ears and the homogeneity of the people around me makes me believe that I could choose this. I could be subsumed into Abnegation's hive mind, projecting always outward.
Egg laying is the main thing, Lily. She's the mother of every bee in the hive, and they all depend on her to keep it going. I don't care what their job is--they know the queen is their mother. She's the mother of thousands.
The bugs are not like us. The Pseudo-Arachnids arenÆt even like spiders. They are arthropods who happen to look like a madmanÆs conception of a giant intelligent spider, but their organization, psychological and economic, is more like that of ants or termites; they are communal entities, the ultimate dictatorship of the hive.
Sometimes human beings are very much like bees. Bees are fiercely protective of their hive, provided you are outside it. Once you're in, the workers sort of assume that it must have been cleared by management and take no notice; various freeloading insects have evolved a mellifluous existence because of this very fact. Humans act the same way.
No matter how you seem to fatten on a crime, there can never be good for the bee which is bad for the hive.
I will arise and go now and go to Innisfree And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
We're this pack of honeybees just working away. They broke our hive and we're mad as hell, just stinging everything that moves.
You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
He who does not attempt to make peace When small discords arise, Is like the bee's hive which leaks drops of honey - Soon, the whole hive collapses.
The commons, like an angry hive of bees
That want their leader, scatter up and down
And care not who they sting in his revenge.
This is meant to be a fun station. The idea in programming (The Hive) was to give it back to the community.
The beehive regulates its temperature as well as we do. The hive will regulate itself to 37 degrees no matter if it is minus 20 degrees outside.
It was a great thing to be a human being. It was something tremendous. Suddenly I'm conscious of a million sensations buzzing in me like bees in a hive. Gentlemen, it was a great thing.
Composure composure is what I call it. Thank God she got it in because everybody was crashing. I don't understand it. We're like bees in a hive, we're always around the goal, but we don't go in. We're weird in that we'll control the tempo, but for whatever reason, when we get around the 18, we refuse to take the crack.
There is a number among us, young and old, of all sorts almost among us, that swarm up and down towns, and woods, and fields, whose care and work hitherto hath been like bees, only to get honey to their own hive.
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