“Do you understand how there could be any writing in a spider's web?” “Oh, no,” said Dr. Dorian. “I don't understand it.
But for that matter I don't understand how a spider learned to spin a web in the first place.
When the words appeared, everyone said they were a miracle. But nobody pointed out that the web itself is a miracle.
“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 Dr. Dorian. Mrs. Arable shifted uneasily in her chair.
“No,” she replied.But I can crochet a doily and I can knit a sock.”
“Sure,” said the doctor. “But somebody taught you, didn't they?” “My mother taught me.”
“Well, who taught a spider? A young spider knows how to spin a web without any instructions from anybody. Don't you regard that as a miracle?”
“I suppose so,” said Mrs. Arable. “I never looked at it that way before. Still, I don't understand how those words got into the web.
I don't understand it, and I don't like what I can't understand.”
“None of us do,” said Dr. Dorian, sighing. “I'm a doctor. Doctors are supposed to understand everything.
But I don't understand everything, and I don't intend to let it worry me.”
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