A cruel tyrant, the stomach, dominates over all nature, and vanquishes
even love. Passion, in an anxious and restless being like the spider,
is very mistrustful. At the height of his devotion, the lean and feeble
male dares only approach the majestic lady with a timid reverence and
the utmost reserve. He advances, he retires, he watches; he seems
to ask himself if he has at all succeeded in subduing the haughty
creature. He resorts to the timid methods of a slow magnetism, and
especially to an extreme patience. He puts little faith in the first
signs, and does not willingly yield his confidence. And, finally, when
the adored object shows herself sensible of his sincerity, and grows
ardent in her expansion of soul, he does not so wholly trust in her
but what he will escape, and fly with all his speed, at some sudden
impulse, and under the influence of an indescribable panic.
* * * * *
Such is the terrible idyl of the dusky lovers of our ceilings. Among
our garden-spiders less suspicion seems to exist. Nature softens
hearts, and rugged industrialism itself grows smoother in rustic
life. We see some upon our trees which behave tolerably well to their
husbands, and do not too often remember that they are competitors in
the chase. They permit them to reside in the same locality, although
a little apart, and keeping them at a distance. A light partition
separates them. The princess consents that he may live under her roof,
and on the ground-floor, while she lives on the first story,--keeping
him below and in subjection, so that he may not presume to think
himself the king, but only the _prince consort_, and the _husband of
the queen_.
* * * * *
Have they any sympathies beyond their own race? So some authorities
have asserted, and I believe it. They are isolated from us far less
than the true insects. They live in our houses, have an interest in
knowing us, and seem to observe us. They pay great attention to voices
and sounds, and have a marvellous perception of them. If they have not
the insect-organs of hearing (which would seem to be the antennæ), it
is because they are _all antennæ_. Their excessive vigilance, and the
nervous irradiation which makes itself felt everywhere among them,
endow them with the keenest receptivity.
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