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Similes
The government doesn't like us here.
It's an anti-gravity metal.
It floats six inches above the earth. Doesn't touch so much as one grass blade, flower, or tree. It's an anti-gravity metal.
The muscles around his mouth formed a smile as he put his hand slowly out upon the air, and in that hand waved a check for ten thousand dollars to the man behind the desk.
The fog that had enveloped the Machine blew away and they were in an old time, a very old time indeed, three hunters and two Safari Heads with their blue metal guns across their knees.
Metaphor
Trees exploded in clouds of leaf and branch.
They saw themselves mirrored.
"Does this safari guarantee I come back alive?"
Trees exploded in clouds of leaf and branch. The Monster twitched its jeweler's hands down to fondle at the men, to twist them in half, to crush them like berries, to cram them into its teeth and its screaming throat.
Put your first two shots into the eyes, if you can, blind them, and go back into the brain."
Foreshadowing
He'll tell you what and where to shoot. If he says no shooting, no shooting. If you disobey instructions, there's a stiff penalty of another ten thousand dollars, plus possible government action, on your return."
A windstorm from the beast's mouth engulfed them in the stench of slime and old blood.
Eckels moaned. He dropped to his knees. He scrabbled at the golden butterfly with shaking fingers. "Can't we," he pleaded to the world, to himself, to the officials, to the Machine, "can't we take it back, can't we make it alive again? Can't we start over? Can't we-"
Smells
Perhaps only a soft breath, a whisper, a hair, pollen on the air, such a slight, slight change that unless you looked close you wouldn't see it.
We wear these oxygen helmets so we can't introduce our bacteria into an ancient atmosphere."
Eckels stood smelling of the air, and there was a thing to the air, a chemical taint so subtle, so slight, that only a faint cry of his subliminal senses warned him it was there.
Personifications
Eckels breathed, the light of the Machine on his thin face
Eckels flushed angrily. "Trying to scare me!"
The body has to stay right here where it would have died originally, so the insects, birds, and bacteria can get at it, as they were intended to. Everything in balance.
Touches
He could feel them moving there, beyond the walls, almost, like so many chess pieces blown in a dry wind ....
Eckels felt himself fall into a chair. He fumbled crazily at the thick slime on his boots. He held up a clod of dirt, trembling, "
A touch of the hand and this burning would, on the instant, beautifully reverse itself
Sight
Travis did not relax. He seemed to be looking through the one high window.
The colors, white, gray, blue, orange, in the wall, in the furniture, in the sky beyond the window, were . . . were . . . . And there was a feel. His flesh twitched.
We guarantee no one leaves the Path.
Sounds
Somewhere, someone must have been screaming one of those whistles that only a dog can hear. His body screamed silence in return.
Their sound was lost in shriek and lizard thunder.
Beyond this room, beyond this wall, beyond this man who was not quite the same man seated at this desk that was not quite the same desk . . . lay an entire world of streets and people.
Theme
The Theme of this story is that two men wanted to go back in time to kill a dinosaur for 10,000 dollars. They went on the trip and they killed the dinosaurs but one of the guys went off the path and if you get off then something bad if going to happen. And once they got back from the trip they stayed back in time because of the guy going off the path. They one of the guys had to kill the other guy for everything to go back to normal.