Je ne comprends pas le sens de ce paragraphe. Puis-je avoir de l'aide ?
"We don’t know where we belong, but in times of sorrow, it doesn’t seem to be here, here with these silly pansies and witless mountains, here with sponges and hard-eyed birds. In times of sorrow, the innocence of other creatures—from whom and with whom we evolved—seems a mockery. Their ways are not our ways. We seem set among them as among lifelike props for a tragedy—or a broad lampoon—on a thrust rock stage."