thick-shot

Updated: May 5, 2025

The predominant affair was with Nettie. I found my mind thick-shot with flying fragments of rhetoric that might be of service in the letter I would write her. Scorn, irony, tenderness what was it to be? "Brother!" said Parload, suddenly. "What?" said I. "They're firing up at Bladden's iron-works, and the smoke comes right across my bit of sky."

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - In the Days of the Comet