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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: one and all of them, from September to April, without a moment's
respite, find room upon the patient creature's back, where they are
content to lead a tranquil life and to be carted about.
The little ones are very good; none moves, none seeks a quarrel
with his neighbours. Clinging together, they form a continuous
drapery, a shaggy ulster under which the mother becomes
unrecognizable. Is it an animal, a fluff of wool, a cluster of
small seeds fastened to one another? 'Tis impossible to tell at
the first glance.
The equilibrium of this living blanket is not so firm but that
falls often occur, especially when the mother climbs from indoors
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