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| I have been climbing, Netley, all my life, toward a single peak. Now I have reached it. I have stood and felt the wind. I have seen all the world beneath me. | |
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| Now there is only descent. Only the valley. Would that I had died there, Netley, in that light above the cloud line. | |
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| When, sir, does the Victorian-esque gamahuching begin? The HUGUGLUGALUAUAUGH, if you will? | |
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