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| White nel suo studio in Maine |
White had loved Maine since early childhood, when his family began
spending a glorious month there every summer, in part to discourage his
hay fever. Rustic cabins with their rusty screened windows, a canoe in
dawn fog, sun-warmed gray wooden docks, fishing from a boat while a
moss-lidded bait can waited at his feet — the annual sojourns left such
memories surrounded with a golden nostalgia White recalled all his life. ...
Often in his barn White stopped to admire the artistry of a particular
spider, and one evening he watched her spin an egg sac in a web over the
doorway. When she didn’t return during the next few nights, he cut down
the sac, which seemed to be woven of peach-colored cotton candy, and
took it along in a small box to his New York apartment. Eventually tiny
air holes in the box served as escape hatches for hundreds of
spiderlings who then drifted around the room on silken filaments. Michael Sims, nytbr.
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