I sprang up and shouted at him but he did not move-he just sat there as if he were laughing. He was a big dog, with a gray-brown coat, as big as a wolf. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth he looked as if he were laughing. Looking down from where I lay, I saw a dog sitting on his haunches. Read the passage from "By the Waters of Babylon." How does the conflict at the beginning of the paragraph move the plot forward? The narrator realizes that the god was a man. I knew, that, if I touched him, he would fall into dust-and yet, there was something unconquered in the face. But it is better to lose one's life than one's spirit-and you could see from the face that his spirit had not been lost. He had sat at his window, watching his city die-then he himself had died. You could see that he would have not run away. But there was wisdom in his face and great sadness. His age was neither young nor old-I could not tell his age. He was sitting looking out over the city-he was dressed in the clothes of the gods. Read the passage from "By the Waters of Babylon."Īt first I was afraid to approach him-then the fear left me. How does the resolution in this passage help develop the theme about rules? I ate only the fruits from the jars-they had a very sweet taste. But near there, I found food, in the heart of a ruin, behind a door that still opened. But when I started to climb down, I heard the squeaking of rats, so I did not go-rats are unclean, and there must have been many tribes of them, from the squeaking. It went down into great caves and tunnels-perhaps they kept their slaves there. A mighty temple it must have been, for the roof was painted like the sky at night with its stars-that much I could see, though the colors were faint and dim. I found it at last in the ruins of a great temple in the mid-city. Now, though, I had long gone past what was forbidden, and I entered the likeliest towers, looking for the food of the gods. But my father found out and punished me for it strictly, for, often, that food is death. Sometimes these are still found in the Dead Places-once, when I was a child and foolish, I opened such a jar and tasted it and found the food sweet.
It is known that the gods did not hunt as we do-they got their food from enchanted boxes and jars. I could have hunted for my meat, but I did not hunt.
Read the passage from "By the Waters of Babylon." After a while, I knew that my belly was hungry.
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