salut! je veux juste partager: aujourdāhui, cāest world donkey day! jāespĆØre que notre roi des Ć¢nes pirlouit est content avec sa fĆŖte :) et bien sĆ»r jāespĆØre que vous allez bien et que vous profitez du printemps!
(et dĆ©solĆ© pour mon franƧais, cāest ma deuxiĆØme langue et je suis rusty mdr)
Merci du message š GrĆ¢ce Ć toi Pirlouit sāest vu offrir des morceaux de banane !
In honour of World Donkey Day, here are some translated excerpts from the French book "The Donkey and the Bee" by Gilles Lapouge, which is, as its name suggests, a comparative study of these two noble animals:
Ā« We must acknowledge that the donkey and the bee occupy two very distant, if not incompatible, philosophical positions. They do not share the same Weltanschauung at all. The donkey is tempted by anarchyāa gentle, mischievous anarchy. He is no revolutionary, oh no! He accepts servitude, beatings, fatigue, and nonsense, and pretends to obey his masters when in truth he does as he pleases. He can get indignant, and rebel, but his rebellion is solitary. The donkey hates all ideologies. [ā¦] He even scorns reform. Things are what they areāthat is his creed. No one is more alien to Marxist preaching than he. He has always refrained from participating in class warfare because he knows he has already lost. [ā¦] Moreover, he does not like theory. He is too subtle to adhere to a system, a doctrine [ā¦].
What I like about the donkey is that he possesses two opposing virtues: infinite docility and an iron will. This is the mark of a mysterious nature. He is at once badly behaved, intelligentāvery intelligentācunning, loyal, tender, and devoted; suspicious, proud, heroic, capricious, disdainful, and modest. Uncompromising and resigned at the same time. He is grey and nonchalant. [ā¦]
As a musician, the donkey is no good. He cannot compete with the bee. He does try, though. As soon as he has a free moment, he plays a few notes, but these notes are off-key. To all ears around him, the donkeyās braying is torture, but the donkey does not let his critics get him down. Everyone scolds him. Five minutes later, he once again blows his horrible trumpet. [ā¦]
Human time [is] of no concern to the donkey. He lives within it, like everyone else, but [he disdains] our calendars. The cat, too, pretends to share our hours, but if you look into its eyesāthat distant gazeāyouāll understand that the cat dwells elsewhere, far away. It has left its body on the sofa, out of courtesy and to keep up appearances, as evidence and as an alibi, but it has silently slipped out of its skin and is purring in other dwellings, in other compartments of time.
[ā¦] I like these comparisons between the cat and the donkey. Sometimes I wonder if, instead of limiting this essay of comparative zoology to the donkey and the bee, I shouldnāt have broadened its scope and enlisted the cat in my troupe. But on the other hand, the similarities between the cat and the donkey are contradicted by a few massive differences: the cat is a sublime silence while the donkey is a thunderous silence; the cat is, moreover, supple as a cat while the donkey is stiff as a donkey. I might add that the donkey and the bee are already giving me a hard time; adding the cat to this endeavour would be epistemologically justified but philosophically exhausting. Ā»
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