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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz by L. Frank Baum: least, it isn't as wrong as some other things. What's going to become
of us now?"
"I don't know," answered the boy, looking around him curiously.
The houses of the city were all made of glass, so clear and
transparent that one could look through the walls as easily as through
a window. Dorothy saw, underneath the roof on which she stood,
several rooms used for rest chambers, and even thought she could make
out a number of queer forms huddled into the corners of these rooms.
The roof beside them had a great hole smashed through it, and pieces
of glass were lying scattered in every direction. A nearby steeple
had been broken off short and the fragments lay heaped beside it.
Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz | 
