Calvin tries to praise a spider’s web, nature’s beauty and grace. Like a poet. Hey, wait a minute! Is that a bug in the web? Eeeeww!! yuck! The spidey is sucking out the ‘juices’ of the bug! GROSS!
Is Calvin trolling Walt Whitman, the American poet here?! Here’s the poem written by Walt Whitman on spiders.
A Noiseless Patient Spider
A noiseless, patient spider,I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them—ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,—seeking the spheres, to connect them;
Till the bridge you will need, be form’d—till the ductile anchor hold;
Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul. -Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman compares the spider to the nature of human soul but Calvin could also see the disgusting nature of it! So is Calvin seeing the dark side of it (spider, soul or both!) too?? A thought to ponder.
- Shiv
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