Next day I read An Occurence at Owl Creek Bridge. Reading it, was like a free-fall; I started with ambivalence: will it live upto the other two - but in no time I was rushing headlong; my heartbeat rose; I was gasping almost; and the end left me with wondrous delight; I wanted to relish its afterglow and decided not to have another for some time.
To Build a Fire is a story about a man and his wolf-dog in the wilderness during a cold, gray day; it tells how nature can get lethal just being plain cold. It would have been a drab little piece of short-film had one cared to make it, because you would not have seen the eventful drama going on in the man's mind; yet as a narrative it was tense and gripping.
The Lottery reads uneventful; it's only after you have finished reading it, you start wondering; and revelation and amazement set in. The Death of Ivan Ilych is after all, a maxim, told in magnificient details.
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