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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: hiding the Punic army the while from the Mercenaries. Owing to the
horns, which stood up on the edge of the helmets, some thought that
they could perceive a herd of oxen; others, deceived by the motion of
the cloaks, pretended that they could distinguish wings, and those who
had travelled a good deal shrugged their shoulders and explained
everything by the illusions of the mirage. Nevertheless something of
enormous size continued to advance. Little vapours, as subtle as the
breath, ran across the surface of the desert; the sun, which was
higher now, shone more strongly: a harsh light, which seemed to
vibrate, threw back the depths of the sky, and permeating objects,
rendered distance incalculable. The immense plain expanded in every
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