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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: paces. If these contain a low, thick cluster, the nest is there,
hidden from the eye. It carries an authentic certificate of its
origin, for the mother invariably occupies it.
By this method of investigation, far from the labyrinth-trap, I
become the owner of as many nests as are needed to satisfy my
curiosity. They do not by a long way come up to my idea of the
maternal talent. They are clumsy bundles of dead leaves, roughly
drawn together with silk threads. Under this rude covering is a
pouch of fine texture containing the egg-casket, all in very bad
condition, because of the inevitable tears incurred in its
extrication from the brushwood. No, I shall not be able to judge
The Life of the Spider |
