Solo somos... borregos

Primero. Gracias de nuevo al gran Maikelnai's Blog. Él, que todo lo ve ántes.

Investigadores en Inglaterra encontraron algo que ya todos sabíamos.
Solo faltaba que -investigadores en _____- lo dijeran.

Study: People flock like sheep

LEEDS, England, Feb. 15 (UPI) -- Researchers in England find people really are like sheep and have a flock mentality -- a finding that could be used for good, they say.

The study, published in the Animal Behavior Journal, finds it may take a minority of about 5 percent of people to influence the other 95 percent of a crowd of more than 200 people to go in the same direction.

"There are many situations where this information could be used to good effect," study leader Jens Krause of the University of Leeds says in a statement. "At one extreme, it could be used to inform emergency planning strategies and at the other, it could be useful in organizing pedestrian flow in busy areas."

In the experiments, larger and larger groups of people were directed to randomly walk around a large hall and to refrain from communicating in any way with any other person. A few people are selected to be "informed individuals" and given more detailed instructions about where to walk.

In all cases, the "informed individuals" are followed by the others in the crowd, forming a snake-like structure. Krause observes in most cases the participants don't realize they are being led.

Análisis: Caso uno. Capitalinos buscando comida.

-Mira mai, esos tacos estan buenísimos
Los mais se disponen a ir a los tacos. Mai uno nunca ha ido a dichos tacos. Mai dos confía en que Mai uno sabe lo que dice. Tal vez ya los probó.
Mai uno piensa que son buenos porque hay mucha gente.

Mais, uno y dos enfermaron de algun bicho raro. Los tacos. Había mucha gente porque son baratos y muy locales. Los locales no enferman. Mais, uno y dos viven en otro lugar de la ciudad. Otro tipo de flora y fauna hay en esos lugares.
Su comportamiento borreguil los orilló a comer en los tacos 'con gente'


Tenía pensados otros múltiples casos, hay muchos Mais en esta ciudad (y tacos y esas cosas), pero ya no hay tiempo. Tal vez mañana. Tal vez nunca. Porque como decía aquella extraña canción de aquella extraña cantante: Brincan los borregos, dentro de un corral.

Obeja o borrego o Sheep, como dicen los Pink Floyd

What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.