1. It was. The last blot fell on th

1. It was. The last blot fell on the soaked blotting-paper, and the draggled fly lay
in it and did not stir. The back legs were stuck to the body; the front legs were
not to be seen.
"Come on," said the boss."Look sharp!" And he stirred it with his pen—in vain.
Nothing happened or was likely to happen. The fly was dead. [Katherine
Mansfield (1888-1923) : The Fly]