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Via Barnabé, encontrei este texto de George Orwell sobre a sempre actual problemática do acasalamento dos sapos. Apreciei particularmente o último parágrafo:
At any rate, spring is here, even in London N.I, and they can’t stop you enjoying it. This is a satisfying reflection. How many a time have I stood watching the toads mating, or a pair of hares having a boxing match in the young corn, and thought of all the important persons who would stop me enjoying this if they could. But luckily they can’t. So long as you are not actually ill, hungry, frightened or immured in a prison or a holiday camp, spring is still spring. The atom bombs are piling up in the factories, the police are prowling through the cities, the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers, but the earth is still going round the sun, and neither the dictators nor the bureaucrats, deeply as they disapprove of the process, are able to prevent it.
É verdade: Há coisas que não nos podem ser tiradas.
ANIMAL