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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: and street was buttoned with street lamps. I came quite close to
the South Downs near Lewes, and all the lights were out in the
houses, and the people gone to bed. We left the land a little to
the east of Brighton, and by that time Brighton was well abed.
and the brightly lit sea-front deserted. Then I let out the gas
chamber to its fullest extent and rose. I like to be high above
water.
I do not clearly know what happened in the night. I think I must
have dozed, and probably my uncle slept. I remember that once or
twice I heard him talking in an eager, muffled voice to himself,
or to an imaginary court. But there can be no doubt the wind
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