Ninety-three By Victor Hugo, Aline Delano

Ninety-three By Victor Hugo, Aline Delano: "Despite all this the man fought He even attacked the cannon at times crawling along by the side of the ship and clutching his handspike and the rope the cannon seemed to understand his movements and fled as though suspecting a trap The man nothing daunted pursued his chase Such a struggle must necessarily be brief Suddenly the cannon seemed to say to itself Now then there must be an end to this And it stopped A crisis was felt to be at hand The cannon as if in suspense sec med to metlitate or for to all intents and purposes it was a living creature it really did meditate some furiou design"