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And now the light of the afternoon was beginning to dwindle away. AND NOW THE LIGHT OF THE AFTERNOON WAS BEGINNING TO DWINDLE AWAY
 of shattered iron. Now he was among nettles. He came by many small unnatural valleys. He passed more trenches only guarded by fungi. While it was light he followed little paths, marvelling who made them. Once he got into a trench. Dandelions leaned across it as though to bar his way, believing man to have gone and to have no right to return. Weeds thronged, in thousands here. It was the day of the weeds. It was only they that seemed to triumph in those fields deserted of man. He passed on down the trench and never knew whose trench it once had been. Frightful shells had smashed it here and there, and had twisted iron as though round gigantic fingers that had twiddled it idly a moment and let it drop to lie in the rain for ever. He passed more dug-outs and black fungi, watching them; and then he left the trench, going straight on over the open: again dead grasses hissed about his feet, sometimes small wire sang faintly He passed through a belt of nettles and thence to dead grass again. WASTE BUT THE CLICKING OF SHATTERED IRON NOW HE WAS AMONG NETTLES HE CAME BY MANY SMALL UNNATURAL VALLEYS HE PASSED MORE TRENCHES ONLY GUARDED BY FUNGI WHILE IT WAS LIGHT HE FOLLOWED LITTLE PATHS MARVELLING WHO MADE THEM ONCE HE GOT INTO A TRENCH DANDELIONS LEANED ACROSS IT AS THOUGH TO BAR HIS WAY BELIEVING MAN TO HAVE GONE AND TO HAVE NO RIGHT TO RETURN WEEDS THRONGED IN THOUSANDS HERE IT WAS THE DAY OF THE WEEDS IT WAS ONLY THEY THAT SEEMED TO TRIUMPH IN THOSE FIELDS DESERTED OF MAN HE PASSED ON DOWN THE TRENCH AND NEVER KNEW WHOSE TRENCH IT ONCE HAD BEEN FRIGHTFUL SHELLS HAD SMASHED IT HERE AND THERE AND HAD TWISTED IRON AS THOUGH ROUND GIGANTIC FINGERS THAT HAD TWIDDLED IT IDLY A MOMENT AND LET IT DROP TO LIE IN THE RAIN FOR EVER HE PASSED MORE DUGOUTS AND BLACK FUNGI WATCHING THEM AND THEN HE LEFT THE TRENCH GOING STRAIGHT ON OVER THE OPEN AGAIN DEAD GRASSES HISSED ABOUT HIS FEET SOMETIMES SMALL WIRES SANG FAINTLY HE PASSED THROUGH A BELT OF NETTLES AND THENCE TO DEAD GRASS AGAIN
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