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Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.

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You can dissect a joke just as you can a frog. But it tends to die on you.
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Die Dissect Frog Joke Tend
There is hardly a waiting room in the east that has not served as my cockpit, whether I was waiting to board a train or to see a dentist. And I am usually still trimming sheets when the train starts or drill begins to whine.
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Begin Cockpit Start Train Trim Usually Wait
Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp – everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs.
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Around Barn Bird Day Early Everywhere Field House Jubilee Summer Swamp Time Wood
I am often mad, but I would hate to be nothing but mad: and I think I would lose what little value I may have as a writer if I were to refuse, as a matter of principle, to accept the warming rays of the sun, and to report them, whenever, and if ever, they
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Amd Lose Mad Nothing Often Think Winter
There is nothing harder to estimate than a writer’s time, nothing harder to keep track of. There are moments—moments of sustained creation—when his time is fairly valuable; and there are hours and hours when a writer’s time isn’t worth the paper he is not writing anything on.
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Estimate Harder Keep Nothing Of Time Track
“What’s miraculous about a spider’s web?” said Mrs. Arable. “I don’t see why you say a web is a miracle–it’s just a web.” “Ever try to spin one?” asked Mr. Dorian.
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Ever Miraculous Say See Spider Try Web
Only a person who is congenially self-centered has the effrontery and the stamina to write essays
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Central Congenially Effrontery Essay Only Person Self Stamina Write
I am still encouraged to go on. I wouldn’t know where else to go.
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Else Encourage Go Know Still Where
Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.
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Anything Background Children Game Hand Net Over Them Throw Word
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer… He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring.
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Beauty Clear Dare Poet Remove Unzip
A good farmer is nothing more nor less than a handy man with a sense of humus.
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Good Handy Humus Less More Nothing Sense Than Time
Before the seed there comes the thought of bloom.
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Before Bloom Come Seed Through
A poem compresses much in a small space and adds music, thus heightening its meaning.
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Add Compress Heihhening Mean Much Music Poem Small Space
Fern was up at daylight, trying to rid the world of injustice. As a result, she now has a pig. A small one to be sure, but nevertheless a pig. It just shows what can happen if a person gets out of bed promptly.
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Daylight Fern Injustice Nevertheless Now One Pig Result Small Sure Try World
The city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
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City Country Day Each Locust Person Something Somewhere
Creation is in part merely the business of forgoing the great and small distractions.
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Business Creation Distraction Forgiving Great Merely Part Small

Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.

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Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both.

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