. . . collect butterflies

 – not that I do, but if I did, this would by why.

. . . I (who am hardly now even the same person who was – so soon ago – in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes, plus all alone beweeping my outcast state), I sat aside as soon as I was able after they were gone and jotted down the whole list of everything they said. Because honestly, how often do you get to be seen the way you would want to be seen, even for a moment? . . .

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