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- From: mar@physics.su.OZ.AU (David Mar)
- Subject: Re: 3-Word Story Game (11/18/92)
- Message-ID: <1992Nov23.140822.3649@ucc.su.OZ.AU>
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- Organization: School of Physics, University of Sydney, Australia
- Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1992 14:08:22 GMT
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- George strapped himself into his harness, stopped for a final check of the
- wind, and launched himself off the edge of the cliff. He dropped a few
- tens of metres before the wings caught the air and the rising current off
- the sheer wall of sandstone pushed him upwards again.
-
- The salty breeze slapped the kevlar span of the wings, causing the
- trailing edges to rustle loudly. It was the only sound beside the rushing
- of the air and the faint pounding of the surf far below. George reveled
- in the noise, in the sharp bite of the wind on his face.
-
- He banked and turned, now well above his take-off point. His fellow
- gliders were standing by the cliff edge, watching him keenly, but George
- hardly noticed them. His eyes cast themselves to the horizon, taking in
- the full expanse of the scrubland and forests stretching into the west.
- And for the first time in as long as he could remember, he didn't feel
- the pressure.
-
- His doctor had told him, "George, it's a dangerous business you're in. In
- this day and age, nobody can afford to make mistakes, least of all people
- who handle billions of dollars of other people's money."
-
- "Or merely other people's lives," George had remarked, a faint grin on his
- face.
-
- "Now come on, George. We've known each other for years now. And haven't I
- always treated you right? Well, this time you're going to have to do some
- of the work for me. You're under too much pressure, George. You have all
- the classic symptoms of work-related stress. That heart of yours has a
- lot of years left in it - if you let it have the chance. You're going to
- have to siphon off a bit of that worry and nervous energy that you devote
- to your work and use it on your health."
-
- So George had decided to take up a hobby. He'd chosen something he'd
- always wanted to do when he was younger. To fly like a bird, free from
- constraints of power or bulky apparatus. To use the barest minimum of
- equipment to soar into the sky like an eagle. To float free, to be rid of
- the constraining ground, to swoop and dive and laugh in the face of
- gravity.
-
- Now, after some training flights with an instructor (and considerable
- expenditure - not that George was worried about how much it cost, not
- now), he was finally flying solo.
-
- The pressure was gone. He was free! He could do anything he liked,
- anything he wanted to do. On a whim, he circled swiftly, heading for a
- granite outcrop over which he knew there would be rising thermals ready
- to work for him and lift him higher.
-
- When Julie had gone to see their doctor in his capacity as close family
- friend, she had expressed her concern. "I'm afraid George will injure
- himself. Hang-gliding is terribly dangerous."
-
- "Not as dangerous as leaving himself vulnerable to heart problems," the
- doctor had smiled. "Seriously, gliding is quite safe these days. And it's
- doing him a world of good, getting out there, away from the office."
-
- "But that's part of the problem," Julie had pouted, "He's become terribly
- obsessed with it. You know how he is, can't take anything non-seriously.
- He gets so rapt up in his work that he forgets who or where he is for
- hours on end. I think in some ways he thinks of himself as a financial
- computer at work, only remembering about me and our house when someone
- tells him to quit for the day and come home."
-
- "Nonsense," the doctor had replied, "those instructional flights he's
- had have already done him a world of good. His blood pressure's down to
- almost normal. This hobby can only be good for him."
-
- Gliding out of the thermal, George headed slightly inland, toward the
- grassy hill behind which was his expensive house. His keen eyes spotted
- the swiftly moving brown shape of a rabbit, darting across the sloping
- field.
-
- Folding his wings back, George tipped his head down and dived.
-
- *****
-
- David Mar. mar@physics.su.OZ.AU
- Astrophysics Department, University of Sydney NSW 2006, Australia.
-