The moth and it's tricky author...

Although it's a nice day outside and everything seems sort of lazy, there something happening in the inside of a writer's office. A moth is trapped in the author's office trying to get out through the window. At the same time it's hurting itself, because it keeps throwing it's body towards the window. Although it's kind of ironical the fact that the author doesn't just get up to open the window for the moth to get out. Brings us to the point that the author may be writing in a metaphysical way. At the same time the author shows admiration towards the moth, " What he could do he did. Watching him, it seemed as if a fibre, very thin but pure, of the enormous energy of the world had been thrust into his frail and diminutive body." As i read this i came to a conclusion she may not only be talking about the moth at this time, but about everyone who at sometime in life has gone through a troubles and although they have had to hit the glass many times they reach outside. Also for those who try really hard but never have the chance to make, like the moth. The author keeps trying to get to the reader throughout the whole writing showing us how we aren't very different from the moth, most of us always trying to reach a certain place and some not even reaching it. At the end she shocks us because as she sees the moth kind of dying, she touches the moth with a pencil. Who then responds by flipping itself up, using the last bit of of energy it had. Having a kind of dignified death, who in the reading is her opponent, although at the end she is accepts death. The author is also talking about herself, since we have background to her committing suicide.