Fly, white butterflies, out to sea,
Frail pate wings for the winds to try;
Small white wings that we scarce can tee
Fly (A. C. SWINBURNE)
Memories of butterfly days when the air was filled with yellow clouds, fields shimmered with azure and ' painted ladies received a painless quietus ... in a cyanide bottle.
Producers JOHN BURTON and MICHAEL BRIGHT