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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: reach the top of the stem. Here, marches and countermarches,
tumult and confusion reign, for there is a slight breeze which
throws the troop into disorder. I see no connected manoeuvres.
From the top of the stalk they set out at every moment, one by one;
they dart off suddenly; they fly away, so to speak. It is as
though they had the wings of a Gnat.
Forthwith they disappear from view. Nothing that my eyes can see
explains this strange flight; for precise observation is impossible
amid the disturbing influences out of doors. What is wanted is a
peaceful atmosphere and the quiet of my study.
I gather the family in a large box, which I close at once, and
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