Note 12 — Chapter III · THE LANGUEDOCIAN SCORPION: THE POISON
Bernard Miall translation
The Cicada,12 another spendthrift of energy, who from morning till night, in the dog-days, never ceases singing by jerking his abdomen up and down, beating time to the cadence of his cymbals, likewise dies very speedily. Talents have to be paid for: where the dull-witted hold out, the gifted succumb.