Emotionless Prose

They shot the six cabinet ministers…There were pools of water in the courtyard. There were wet dead leaves on the paving of the courtyard…One of the ministers was sick with typhoid. Two soldiers carried him downstairs and out into the rain…When they fired the first volley he was sitting down in the water with his head on his knees.

Hemingway, Ernest. In Our Time. New York: Scribner, 1996.

Compared to the few readings prior to this one (Chapter V), Hemingway practically extracts and removes any form of emotion from this passage. The passage gives readers a small chill up their spine due to the realism that is perceived.