thirty-six's

Updated: July 10, 2025

He drew aside the lion's skin that covered half of the Grabritin's breast, revealing a neat, round hole in Thirty-six's chest a hole that could have been made by no other weapon than a rifle. "Snider!" I exclaimed. Delcarte nodded. At about the same time the eyelids of the wounded man fluttered, and raised. He looked up at us, and very slowly the light of consciousness returned to his eyes.

Edgar Rice Burroughs - The Lost Continent

"It'll be Number Thirty-six's turn next," says the orderly. I follow the direction of his glance. I see the condemned man. He is writing a letter. He speaks, he lives. But he is wounded in the belly. He carries his death like a fetus. It is the day when we change our clothes.

Henri Barbusse - Light