Its buccal members are mere vestiges, useless simulacra, not real organs able to perform their duties.

Not a sip of honey can ever enter its stomach; a magnificent prerogative, if it is not long enjoyed.

If the lamp is to burn it must be filled with oil.

The Great Peacock renounces the joys of the palate; but with them it surrenders long life.

Two or three nights--just long enough to allow the couple to meet and mate--and all is over; the great butterfly is dead.
What, then, is meant by the non-appearance of those whose antennae I removed?
Did they prove that the lack of antennae rendered them incapable of finding the cage in which the prisoner waited?
By no means.