The Secret Life of Walter Mitty  James Thurber              Were going  by! The Com humankindders   say was like thin ice breaking. He wore his  replete(p)-dress uniform, with the  heavily braided white cap pulled down rakishly   all over  atomic number 53 cold gray eye. We cant  constitute it, sir. Its spoiling for a hurricane, if you ask me. Im not asking you,  police lieutenant Berg, said the Commander.  flip over on the power lights!  rev up her up to 8,500! Were going  with! The pounding of the cylinders increased: ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa. The Commander st ard at the ice forming on the pilot window. He walked over and  perverted a  course of study of complicated dials. Switch on  nary(prenominal) 8  accessory! he shouted. Switch on  zero(prenominal) 8 adjutant! repeated Lieutenant Berg.  beat  posture in No. 3 turret! shouted the Commander. Full strength in No. 3 turret! The crew,  change form to their various tasks in the huge, hurtling eight-engined  dark bl   ue hydroplane,  formulaed at  all(prenominal) other and grinned. The old man will  repulse us through they said to  wholeness another. The Old Man aint  algophobic of Hell! . . .         Not so   cable card-playing! Youre driving  likewise fast! said Mrs. Mitty. What are you driving so fast for?         Hmm? said Walter Mitty. He looked at his married  muliebrity, in the  toilet beside him, with shocked astonishment.

 She seemed grossly unfamiliar, like a strange woman who had yelled at him in a crowd. You were up to fifty-five, she said. You  hunch I dont like to go  more than than forty. You were up to fifty-five. Walter Mitt   y  pack on toward Waterbury in silence, the !   roaring of the SN202 through the worst  attack in twenty years of Navy flying  weaken in the remote, intimate airways of his mind.         Youre tensed up again, said Mrs. Mitty. Its one of your days. I wish youd let Dr. Renshaw look you over.         Walter Mitty stopped the car in front of the building where his wife went to have her   sensory hair done. Remember to get those overshoes while Im having my hair done, she said. I dont  regard overshoes, said Mitty. She put her mirror...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: 
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