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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre: privet in the enclosure. Here, in the heart of a cluster of
flowers, the luxurious creature plaits a little pocket of white
satin, shaped like a wee thimble. It is the receptacle for the
eggs. A round, flat lid, of a felted fabric, closes the mouth.
Above this ceiling rises a dome of stretched threads and faded
flowerets which have fallen from the cluster. This is the
watcher's belvedere, her conning-tower. An opening, which is
always free, gives access to this post.
Here the Spider remains on constant duty. She has thinned greatly
since she laid her eggs, has almost lost her corporation. At the
least alarm, she sallies forth, waves a threatening limb at the
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