There was once a man who disguised himself as ahousefly and went about the neighborhood depositingflyspecks.Well, he has to do something hasn't he? said someone tosomeone else.Of course, said someone else back to someone.Then what's all the fuss? said someone to someone else.Who's fussing? I'm just saying that if he doesn't get off thewall of that building the police will have to shoot him off.Oh that, of course, there's nothing so engaging as a deadfly.I love dead flies, the way they remind me of individualswho have met their fate . . .