FINE,
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SILAS
ROOSEVELT
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This fall I think you're riding for—
it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind.
The man falling isn't permitted to feel or
hear himself hit bottom.
He just keeps falling and falling.
The whole arrangement's designed
for men who, at some time or other in their lives,
were looking for something their
own environment couldn't supply them with.
Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with.
So they gave up looking.
They gave it up before they ever really even got started.
