![]() ![]() ![]() Of course, he thought, the Breakfast Flock this morning they saw the Breakthrough! But I want no honours. Stand to Centre for Honour was the way the gulls’ foremost leaders were marked. Stand to Centre meant only great shame or great honour. “Jonathan Livingston Seagull! Stand to Centre!” The Elder’s words sounded in a voice of highest ceremony. The gulls were flocked into the Council Gathering when he landed, and apparently had been so flocked for some time. We can be free! We can learn to fly! The years ahead hummed and glowed with promise. How much more there is now to living! Instead of our drab slogging forth and back to the fishing boats, there’s a reason to life! We can lift ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves as creatures of excellence and intelligence and skill. When they hear of it, he thought, of the Breakthrough, they’ll be wild with joy. ![]()
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