what a man
can do and
what a man
endures.
“I told
the boy I
was a
strange
old man,”
he said.
“Now is
when I
must prove
it.” The
thousand
times that
he had
proved it
meant
nothing.
Now he was
proving it
again.
Each time
was a new
time and
he never
thought
about the
past when
he was
doing it.
I wish
he’d sleep
and I
could
sleep and
dream
about the
lions, he
thought.
Why are
the lions
the main
thing that
is left?
Don’t
think, old
man, he
said to
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