精选优质文档-倾情为你奉上THE DEATH OF THE MOTH飞蛾之死Moths that fly by day are not properly to be called moths; they do not excite that pleasant sense of dark autumn nights and ivyblossom which the commonest yellowunderwing asleep in the shadow of the curtain never fails to rouse in us. They are hybrid creatures, neither gay like butterflies nor sombre like their own species. Nevertheless the present specimen, with his narrow haycoloured wings, fringed with a tassel of the same colour, seemed to be
