|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre:
fact that her usual habitation is underground, she is not so
striking at swarming-time, because the youngsters, instead of all
migrating at once, leave the mother at different periods and in
small batches. The sight will be a finer one with the common
Garden or Cross Spider, the Diadem Epeira (Epeira diadema, LIN.),
decorated with three white crosses on her back.
She lays her eggs in November and dies with the first cold snap.
She is denied the Lycosa's longevity. She leaves the natal wallet
early one spring and never sees the following spring. This wallet,
which contains the eggs, has none of the ingenious structure which
we admired in the Banded and in the Silky Epeira. No longer do we
The Life of the Spider
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Life of the Spider by J. Henri Fabre:
mother need not trouble her head about their fall.
With a sweep of the pencil, I make the family of one Spider fall
around another laden with her own family. The dislodged ones
nimbly scramble up the legs and climb on the back of their new
mother, who kindly allows them to behave as though they belonged to
her. There is no room on the abdomen, the regulation resting-
place, which is already occupied by the real sons. The invaders
thereupon encamp on the front part, beset the thorax and change the
carrier into a horrible pin-cushion that no longer bears the least
resemblance to a Spider form. Meanwhile, the sufferer raises no
sort of protest against this access of family. She placidly
The Life of the Spider
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle:
table, "tell me who this man is, and I will kill him!"
Sir James smiled grimly. "Thou talkest like a boy," said he.
"Wait until thou art grown to be a man. Mayhap then thou mayst
repent thee of these bold words, for one time this enemy of thy
father's was reckoned the foremost knight in England, and he is
now the King's dear friend and a great lord."
"But," said Myles, after another long time of heavy silence,
"will not my Lord then befriend me for the sake of my father, who
was one time his dear comrade?"
Sir James shook his head. "It may not be," said he. "Neither thou
nor thy father must look for open favor from the Earl. An he
Men of Iron