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At first they descended in silence--save for the twitterings of the Selenites--and then into a stir of windy movement. In a little whilethe profound blackness had made his eyes so sensitive that he began to see more and more of the things about him, and at last thevague took shape."Conceive an enormous cylindrical space," says Cavor, in his seventh message, "a quarter of a mile across, perhaps; very dimly lit atfirst and then brighter, with big platforms twisting down its sides in a spiral that vanishes at last below in a blue profundity; and liteven more brightly--one could not tell how or why. Think of the well of the very largest spiral staircase or lift-shaft that you haveever looked down, and magnify that by a hundred. Imagine it at twilight seen through blue glass. Imagine yourself looking down that;only imagine also that you feel extraordinarily light, and have got rid of any giddy feeling you might have on earth, and you will havethe first conditions of my impression. Round this enormous shaft imagine a broad gallery running in a much steeper spiral than wouldbe credible on earth, and forming a steep road protected from the gulf only by a little parapet that vanishes at last in perspective acouple of miles below."Looking up, I saw the very fellow of the downward vision; it had, of course, the effect of looking into a very steep cone. A wind wasblowing down the shaft, and far above I fancy I heard, growing fainter and fainter, the bellowing of the mooncalves that were beingdriven down again from their evening pasturage on the exterior. And up and down the spiral galleries were scattered numerous moonpeople, pallid, faintly luminous beings, regarding our appearance or busied on unknown errands."Either I fancied it or a flake of snow came drifting down on the icy breeze. And then, falling like a snowflake, a little figure, a littleman-insect, clinging to a parachute, drove down very swiftly towards the central places of the moon."The big-headed Selenite sitting beside me, seeing me move my head with the gesture of one who saw, pointed with his trunk-like'hand' and indicated a sort of jetty coming into sight very far below: a little landing-stage, as it were, hanging into the void. As it sweptup towards us our pace diminished very rapidly, and in a few moments, as it seemed, we were abreast of it, and at rest. Amooring-rope was flung and grasped, and I found myself pulled down to a level with a great crowd of Selenites, who jostled to seeme."It was an incredible crowd. Suddenly and violently there was forced upon my attention the vast amount of difference there is amongstthese beings of the moon."Indeed, there seemed not two alike in all that jostling multitude. They differed in shape, they differed in size, they rang all the horriblechanges on the theme of Selenite form! Some bulged and overhung, some ran about among the feet of their fellows. All of them had agrotesque and disquieting suggestion of an insect that has somehow contrived to mock humanity; but all seemed to present an
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Answer:D. Cracks scored the concrete sidewalk, forcing the boys to skateboard carefully to school
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The Darkling Thrush” is the article introduced in this question — it is a poem by Thomas Hardy the English poet and novelist.
The poem paints the picture of a world that is desolated, with the poem’s narrator and such focused on the cause of despair and hopelessness.
The phrase ‘The tangled bine-stems scored the sky like strings of broken lyres’ is on the 5th and 6th line of the poem.
The use of the word ‘scored’ tells us what writer of the poem sees is destruction — as he stares at the ‘bine-stems. A simile indicating article "like" is key that helps compares the ‘bine-stems’ to ‘strings of broken lyres’ implying that that there is despair, no happiness, hopelessness or no music. Seems everything is just dead
Substituting "scored" with "like" in the context above we see that a"Cracks on roads like sidewalks does call for skaters to be careful.
Answer: Industrial food can refer to: Convenience food, also known as (tertiary) processed food - food that is commercially prepared (often through processing) to optimise ease of consumption. Food industry - a diverse collection of businesses that supply most of the food consumed by the world's population
