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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: who flocked about her. They congratulated her; it was her work. All
clapped their hands and stamped their feet, howling her name.
A man darted upon the corpse. Although he had no beard he had the
cloak of a priest of Moloch on his shoulder, and in his belt that
species of knife which they employed for cutting up the sacred meat,
and which terminated, at the end of the handle, in a golden spatula.
He cleft Matho's breast with a single blow, then snatched out the
heart and laid it upon the spoon; and Schahabarim, uplifting his arm,
offered it to the sun.
The sun sank behind the waves; his rays fell like long arrows upon the
red heart. As the beatings diminished the planet sank into the sea;
Salammbo |
