Reflexion

“Death of a Moth” by Virginia Woolf is a reflexion about her own life. She was sitting, looking out the window, pencil in hand, and representing in this moth all that was happening into her mind. She expressed the moth was dancing and zigzagging, so the moth was happy like her outside life. But, when the moth was trapped inside that house, the moth dies like her inside life. I did not like this pathetic description around of insignificant insect. Even though she describes as an extraordinary effort made by the moth, it plays a roll very weak fighting for its life. She was trying to represents what life really is in her point of view. Her sorrow showed the loss of hope when she writes “I knew, had any chance against death”.