Shoo fly! Leave me to my loneliness.

If I am alone another will come to keep me company. They will pity me and end my solitude.

Why do you still buzz around my head? No other will come if you are near - they will think I am unclean, leperous; best kept at arms length.

Besides, you are ugly. Your wings beat shrill. I desire not your company.

No! My bread is not for you to share, even if your appetite is so small.

I would crush you had I swift enough hands.

Your agility is admirable, I’ll give you that.

And your persistence! Infuriating but worthy of praise.

I wonder also: Death is so near to you, yet you are resolved to go about your business. To...