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"To be born again," sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, "first you have to die. Hoji! Hoji! To land upon the bosomy
earth, first one needs to fly. Tat-taa! Taka-thun! How to ever smile again, if first you won't cry? How to win the darling's love, mister,
without a sigh? Baba, if you want to get born again . . ." Just before dawn one winter's morning, New Year's Day or thereabouts, two
real, full-grown, living men fell from a great height, twenty-nine thousand and two feet, towards the English Channel, without benefit of
parachutes or wings, out of a clear sky.

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