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as a bridge they could cross, a bridge from which they might spring from a lesser freedom to a greater.
" `Of course, it was a mistake, an attempt to win a freedom which, at that level, could only be an irresponsibility-a wish to hurry on to new experiences before the earlier, slower, harder ones had been mastered. But not all the birds made this mistake. Not all. We penguins, in particular, abstained from that headlong flight-that escape from close-up understanding. Some birds, as you probably know, first flew and then forgot how to fly. They had sold their hands for wings and then never recovered what they had sold; they made the worst of both worlds-they could neither enjoy nor create. But we, the penguins, never flew. We avoided that oubliette into the void.'
" His third eyelid flickered over his eye. I smiled in reply. I was perched, as usual, in the window ledge, and he was perambulating majestically up and down the floor, quacking this astounding story-this alternative to what we, in our pride, have taken to be the one track of evolution.
" `Well," he ruminated, `I think I may say the penguins, on the whole, haven't been bad fellows. We were no worse a stock from which to start the final climb to the summit of understanding than the base from which your lot made their sortie-the small apes, and, back of them, the tree shrews. Our lot were kindly, social, fond of fun, and, though yours may have had more native curiosity, perhaps we were more largely endowed with the sympathy which is the understanding of the heart and-'He paused, and I thought that through his bill came a sound resembling a human sigh- `and which exacts as high a price as does any other form of exploration

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