Death of a Moth

In "Death of a Moth", Virginia Woolf's fasination and interest in this dying moth is interesting to me. How she pity's the moth and then switches and admires the moths struggle with death make me feel as though she almost envy's the moth. She calls the moth a pure bead of life, yet also calls it an insignificant creature is what made me feel the envy. Virginia also twice mentions wanting to help the moth, twice picking up a pencil and attempting, though failing to help, it is almost as if shes putting her own struggle with life into the moth, though as death is claiming its victim, she realizes there can be no hope for it. Her last sentence of acceptance of the power of death seems to only strengthen my opinion of how she may have felt when she committed suicide. Her technique at explaining the minute details of her surrounding made it very easy to visualize what Virginia herself was seeing.