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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Salammbo by Gustave Flaubert: their helmets by the chin-pieces and rolling about like balls; heads
of hair were hanging on the thorns; elephants were lying with their
towers in pools of blood, with entrails exposed, and gasping. The foot
trod on slimy things, and there were swamps of mud although no rain
had fallen.
This confusion of dead bodies covered the whole mountain from top to
bottom.
Those who survived stirred as little as the dead. Squatting in unequal
groups they looked at one another scared and without speaking.
The lake of Hippo-Zarytus shone at the end of a long meadow beneath
the setting sun. To the right an agglomeration of white houses
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