"Now one could imagine that the little front legs rubbed against each other lightly, joyfully. The horrible danger was over; it had escaped; it was ready for life again."Deft, subtle, and bitingly ironic, Katherine Mansfield's short story is a highly concentrated depiction of grief and cru...

"Now one could imagine that the little front legs rubbed against each other lightly, joyfully. The horrible danger was over; it had escaped; it was ready for life again."Deft, subtle, and bitingly ironic, Katherine Mansfield's short story is a highly concentrated depiction of grief and cruelty. Taking as its narrative occasion a brief meeting between two bereaved fathers, The Fly remains an outstanding literary portrayal of the shadow cast by the First World War.