|
The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells: gun exploded behind him, the ammunition blew up, there
was fire all about him, and he found himself lying under a
heap of charred dead men and dead horses.
"I lay still," he said, "scared out of my wits, with the fore
quarter of a horse atop of me. We'd been wiped out. And
the smell--good God! Like burnt meat! I was hurt across the
back by the fall of the horse, and there I had to lie until I
felt better. Just like parade it had been a minute before--
then stumble, bang, swish!"
"Wiped out!" he said.
He had hid under the dead horse for a long time, peeping
War of the Worlds |
