Subject: warm-up filch

From: "Guy Cochran" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2006 22:07:02 +0200

Metaab lent mehis stirrup to hurry me along, till we found ourselves breathless amongthe Ageyl.
The perspective seemed to change, so that far hills looked small,and near hillocks great.
He slewed itround and discharged it point blank into the ticket office. Through it ran theroad to Kerak, dipping into the Hesa valley.
Where the rain-streaks hit the ground they furred out whitely like aspray.
They could have driven us away too, but were, fortunately forus, short of the sticking point.
For three successive dayscame falls of snow. On each mans face weighed the most dolorous expressionof resigned despair.
In the blustering dark the confusionand crying through the narrow streets were terrible.
He had finished his ammunition, lost five men fromshell-fire, and had one automatic gun destroyed.
We saw it, and cried advance tothe camel men and levies about us. The ridge wasflint, without cover for a lizard. Our menleft them alone, being contented with a free exhibition of themselves. On each mans face weighed the most dolorous expressionof resigned despair.
It seemed to me unthinkable thatassemblages of atoms should cogitate except in atomic terms.
He had finished his ammunition, lost five men fromshell-fire, and had one automatic gun destroyed.
Rasim pushedforward an attack of his five automatic guns, each with its two-mancrew.
Men said only fifty got back,exhausted fugitives, to the railway.
Unless Jerichofell, or until it fell, Tafileh was an obscure village of no interest.
On each mans face weighed the most dolorous expressionof resigned despair. Rasim likedthis, my conception of his target.
The Turkish wounded lay out, andwere dead next day.
It was freezing hard, and theground was crusted with noisy ice.
I dozed onceonly to wake with a start when slow fingers seemed to stroke my face.
We saw it, and cried advance tothe camel men and levies about us.
CHAPTER LXXXVIIHesas sole profit lay, then, in its lesson to myself.
He had finished his ammunition, lost five men fromshell-fire, and had one automatic gun destroyed. On each mans face weighed the most dolorous expressionof resigned despair.