|
The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Sons and Lovers by D. H. Lawrence: So they descended, stage by stage, to the river's brink. There,
to his disgust, the flood had eaten away the path, and the red
decline ran straight into the water. He dug in his heels and brought
himself up violently. The string of the parcel broke with a snap;
the brown parcel bounded down, leaped into the water, and sailed
smoothly away. He hung on to his tree.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he cried crossly. Then he laughed.
She was coming perilously down.
"Mind!" he warned her. He stood with his back to the tree,
waiting. "Come now," he called, opening his arms.
She let herself run. He caught her, and together they stood
Sons and Lovers |
