JONATHAN LIVINGSTON SEAGULL
"It was morning, and
the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea.
A mile from shore a fishing boat chummed the water, and the word for Breakfast Flock
flashed through the air, till a crowd of a thousand seagulls came to dodge and fight for bits of food. It was another busy day beginning.
But way off alone, out by himself beyond boat and shore, Jonathan Livingston Seagull was practising. A hundred feet in the sky he lowered his webbed feet, lifted his beak, and strained to hold a painful hard twisting curve through his wings. The curve meant that he would fly slowly, and now he slowed until the wind was a whisper in his face, until the ocean stood still beneath him. He narrowed his eyes in fierce concentration, held his breath, forced one... single...more...inch...of...curve.....Then his feathers ruffled, he stalled and fell.
Seagulls, as you know, never falter, never stall. To stall in the air is for them disgrace and it is dishonour.
But Jonathan Livingston Seagull, unshamed, stretching his wings again in that trembling hard curve-slowing, slowing, and stalling once more-was no ordinary bird.
na poleđini knjige:
"People who make their own rules when they know they are right...
people who get a special pleasure out of doing something well (even if only for themselves) ... people who know there is more to this whole living thing..." itd.
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