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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tono Bungay by H. G. Wells: means unbearably, for about twelve hours. My hope lay in the
wind abating, and our keeping in the air and eastward of
Finisterre until it did, and the chief danger was the exhaustion
of our petrol. It was a long and anxious and almost meditative
time; we were fairly warm, and only slowly getting hungry, and
except that my uncle grumbled a little and produced some
philosophical reflections, and began to fuss about having a
temperature, we talked very little. I was tired and sulky, and
chiefly worried about the engine. I had to resist a tendency to
crawl back and look at it. I did not care to risk contracting
our gas chamber for fear of losing gas. Nothing was less like a
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