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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells: with the beak. That was the theory, you know, but they had never
been fought. No one could tell exactly what was going to happen.
And meanwhile I suppose it was very fine to go whirling through
the air like a flight of young swallows, swift and easy. I guess
the captains tried not to think too clearly what the real thing
would be like. And these flying war machines, you know, were only
one sort of the endless war contrivances that had been invented
and had fallen into abeyance during the long peace. There were
all sorts of these things that people were routing out and furbishing
up; infernal things, silly things; things that had never been tried;
big engines, terrible explosives, great guns. You know the silly way
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