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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: to bring her to the place where her presence is now required. The
network is fastened to the branches by a host of lines, all of them
very easy to cross. Well, the Epeira embarks upon none of them,
but remains moveless and self-absorbed.
Why? Because her telegraph, being out of order, no longer tells
her of the shaking of the web. The captured prey is too far off
for her to see it; she is all unwitting. A good hour passes, with
the Locust still kicking, the Spider impassive, myself watching.
Nevertheless, in the end, the Epeira wakes up: no longer feeling
the signalling-thread, broken by my scissors, as taut as usual
under her legs, she comes to look into the state of things. The
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