Near by an ancient Oak some Pig had gorged itself on of acorns to satiety; having done it, it had slept under the tree; then having rubbed the sleep out of its eyes it got up and started to sap the Oak’s roots with its snout.
” It’s hurting the tree ” – said a Raven from the Oak.
– “If you dig up its roots, it can wither”.
– “Let it wither, – the Pig spoke, – I don’t care of it an acorn; My foot! To my mind, it’s of a little use. If only there were acorns: after all, I grow fat thanks to them”.
– “Ungrateful! – there and then said the Oak to it.
– If you could turn up your snout, you would see it’s namely me that yields these acorns.”
In the same way some ignoramus scolds both education and science, and all scientific works in blinding, without being aware of that he enjoys their fruits.
” It’s hurting the tree ” – said a Raven from the Oak.
– “If you dig up its roots, it can wither”.
– “Let it wither, – the Pig spoke, – I don’t care of it an acorn; My foot! To my mind, it’s of a little use. If only there were acorns: after all, I grow fat thanks to them”.
– “Ungrateful! – there and then said the Oak to it.
– If you could turn up your snout, you would see it’s namely me that yields these acorns.”
In the same way some ignoramus scolds both education and science, and all scientific works in blinding, without being aware of that he enjoys their fruits.
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