like a butterfly!" Beatrice Russo: It spreads like a butterfly! Donna Rosa: Flies, spreads, it's the same thing! Just look at you! One stroke of his finger
social secretary and gains employment with American singer and social butterfly Delysia Lafosse, only to get embroiled in Delysia's complicated love life
my heart, I thought we were all blind atoms in a world as limited as a stroke of a pendulum, I and my sort would struggle against tradition; try, at least
I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware
sniveling cowards! Cringing under a desk. Clinging on for life like baby butterflies! I am going to show you how to die like a man! [points gun at self, attempts