Monsieur Mosquitoe

In a short story in part about the poet WB Yeats (rhymes with dates, the fruit, not the social interaction), Ali Smith is delightfully taken aback how in one of his poems he refers to a mosquito keeping him awake as monsieur. Yes, Yeats was about to swat it, but before he applied to the mosquito the inevitability of his unbitten flesh, he made sure he let the mosquito know of his noble spirit, one worth imitating.
Moral: you may have to kill a mosquito one day. Do it gently, not like a psychopath, because then it is less about a thoughtfree mosquito, and more about your wrath.

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