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tree shrew, acquired the power. Yet I must confess that, long before you could waste your talent for progress, we wasted ours. You have wanted to be able to move with real freedom, to be able to fly. One of your small mouse cousins-we have a species here-does it not unereditably-though not very graciously; and some of the squirrel lot can slide a little on the air. But you, the leaders of the mammal line, you can't fly at all. You have danced, and, forgive me if I note, looking at your physique, that such dancing must be very clumsy. Beside the turn of a fish in water-let alone the sweep of a bird on the wing-you are creatures caught in their own egg membrane, if I may so put it, all ligatured and bound. At last, you now fly, in a way, I understand, but more like a flying fox and, alas; not as we did-though we did it in an unwise exultation-for fun:
" Since he seemed so imperturbable, I thought I would answer then.
" Your frame," I remarked, "doesn't look even as suitable as ours for dancing or flying."
" `That is an essential part of my story,'. he replied, going on evenly. `As I was saying, millions of years ago nearly all the birds, out of sheer joy of living, leaped into the air. They could no longer wait or endure the plodding ways of life on the earth. They gave up the patient fingering of things in order to swim free in the greater ocean of the sky. They hankered for the lovely lazy freedom of the sea, the perfection of rhythmic movement, and they spent the gift of their new high energy in recapturing that bodily rapture that seemed lost forever when life crawled out onto the muddy, dusty, rough, and heavy land. They treated the land simply

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