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"There he goes," said Driscoll

Chatterton was up in the sky

Night had coentle eye Chatterton sat stunned on the side of the hill The otherHe would not look at them, he would not look at the sky, he would only feel of the earth, and his ars and his body,

tightening in on himself

"Oh, wasn't it perfect!" said a man named Koestler

They had all flown, like orioles and eagles and sparrows, and they were all happy

"Come out of it, Chatterton, it was fun, wasn't it?" said Koestler

"It's iht "There's only one way for it to do it; it's alive The air's alive Like a fist it picked me up Any minute now, it can kill us all It's alive"

"All right," said Koestler, "say it's alive And a living thing must have purpose Suppose the purpose of this world is to make us happy"

As if to add to this, Driscoll ca up, canteens in each hand "I found a creek, tested and found pure water, wait'll you try it!"

Forester took a canteen, nudged Chatterton with it, offering a drink Chatterton shook his head and drew hastily away He put his hands over his face "It's the blood of this planet Living blood Drink that, put that inside and you put this world inside you to peer out your eyes and listen through your ears No thanks!"

Forester shrugged and drank

"Wine!" he said

"It can't be!"

"It is! Smell it, taste it! A rare white wine!"