D. H. Lawrence 
England, My England 

The lull continued. Then suddenly came sharp orders, and a new direction of the guns, and an intense, exciting activity. Yet at the center the soul remained dark and aloof, alone. But even so, it was the soul that heard the new sound: the new, deep 'papp!’ of a gun that seemed to touch right upon the soul. He kept up the rapid activity at the machine-gun, sweating. But in his soul was the echo of the new, deep sound, deeper than life. And in confirmation came the awful faint whistling of a shell, advancing almost suddenly into a piercing, tearing shriek that would tear through the membrane of life. * This collection of stories includes 'England, My England, ’ 'Tickets, Please, ’ 'The Blind Man, ’ 'Monkey Nuts, ’ 'Wintry Peacock, ’ 'You Touched Me, ’ 'Samson and Delilah, ’ 'The Primrose Path, ’ 'The Horse Dealer’s Daughter, ’ and 'Fanny and Annie.’