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Introduction A plague has stricken the moths, the moths are dying, thier bodies are flakes of bronze on the carpet lying. Enemies of the delicate everywhere have breathed a pestilent mist into the air. Lament for the velvety moths, for the moths were lovely. Often their tender thoughts, for they thought of me, eased the neurotic ills that haunt the day. Now an invisible evil takes them away.