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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: space unoccupied. When the Spider has finished and retires, I
catch a momentary glimpse of the heap of orange-coloured eggs; but
the work of the spinnerets is at once resumed.
The next business is to close the bag. The machinery works a
little differently. The tip of the belly no longer sways from side
to side. It sinks and touches a point; it retreats, sinks again
and touches another point, first here, then there, describing
inextricable zigzags. At the same time, the hind-legs tread the
material emitted. The result is no longer a stuff, but a felt, a
blanketing.
Around the satin capsule, which contains the eggs, is the eiderdown
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