Rosy sugar-candy

Pózinho. Até cerca das 9h08 da manhã do dia de hoje, nunca, que me lembre, tinha ouvido falar de John Ruskin (1819-1900). Estava à espera que o multibanco largasse o meu dinheiro e O Poder do Pó saltou-me à vista no escaparate da livraria ao lado. Pensei que se tratasse de um estudo sobre toxicodependência nas classes altas, mas não. O título do livro prolongava-se:
O Pensamento Social e Político de John Ruskin.
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LECTURE 2.

THE PYRAMID BUILDERS

In the large Schoolroom, to which everybody has been summoned by ringing of the great bell.

LECTURER: So you have all actually come to hear about crystallization! I cannot conceive why unless the little ones think that the discussion may involve some reference to sugar-candy.

(Symptoms of high displeasure among the younger members of council. ISABEL frowns severely at L., and shakes her head violently.)

My dear children, if you knew it, you are yourselves, at this moment, as you sit in your ranks, nothing, in the eye of a mineralogist, but a lovely group of rosy sugar-candy, arranged by atomic forces. And even admitting you to be something more, you have certainly been crystallizing without knowing it. Did not I hear a great hurrying and whispering ten minutes ago, when you were late in from the playground; and thought you would not all be quietly seated by the time I was ready:--besides some discussion about places--something about "it's not being fair that the little ones should always be nearest?" Well, you were then all being crystallized. When you ran in from the garden, and against one another in the passages, you were in what mineralogists would call a state of solution, and gradual confluence; when you got seated in those orderly rows, each in her proper place, you became crystalline. That is just what the atoms of a mineral do, if they can, whenever they get disordered: they get into order again as soon as may be.

I hope you feel inclined to interrupt me, and say, "But we know our places; how do the atoms know theirs? And sometimes we dispute about our places; do the atoms--(and, besides, we don't like being compared to atoms at all)--never dispute about theirs?" Two wise questions these, if you had a mind to put them! it was long before I asked them myself, of myself. And I will not call you atoms any more. May I call you--let me see--"primary molecules?" (General dissent indicated in subdued but decisive murmurs.) No! not even, in familiar Saxon, "dust"?

(Pause, with expression on faces of sorrowful doubt; LILY gives voice to the general sentiment in a timid "Please don't.")

THE ETHICS OF THE DUST: TEN LECTURES TO LITTLE HOUSEWIVES ON THE ELEMENTS OF CRYSTALLIZATION (1875), by JOHN RUSKIN