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The fly is not born in the form which I have described, but as a maggot from the dead bodies of men or animals. Then, little by little, she puts out legs, grows her wings, changes from a creeping to a flying thing, is impregnated and becomes mother to a little maggot which is to-morrow’s fly. Living in the society of man, on the same. food and at the same table, she eats everything except oil: to taste this is death to her. Being the creature of a day— for life is meted out to her in very scant measure— she likes sunshine best and goes about her affairs in it. At night she keeps quiet and does not fly or sing, but hides away and is still.
