1 We came together to the great ravine behind the Theatre.
2 This is a great sin, to be born with a head which is too quick.
3 But we wished not to be a Leader, even though it is a great honor.
4 And we who were fifteen and all the Teachers came into the great hall.
5 The Council of Vocations came on the first day of spring, and they sat in the great hall.
6 We were guilty and we confess it here: we were guilty of the great Transgression of Preference.
7 We learned the names of all the winds which blow over the seas and push the sails of our great ships.
8 We have come to see how great is the unexplored, and many lifetimes will not bring us to the end of our quest.
9 The laws say that none among men may be alone, ever and at any time, for this is the great transgression and the root of all evil.
10 Their head fell back, and their arms fell, as if their arms and their thin white neck were stricken suddenly with a great lassitude.
11 It whispers to us that there are great things on this earth of ours, and that we can know them if we try, and that we must know them.
12 Where the City ends there is a great road winding off to the north, and we Street Sweepers must keep this road clean to the first milepost.
13 There a play is shown upon the stage, with two great choruses from the Home of the Actors, which speak and answer all together, in two great voices.
14 For the Council of Vocations knows in its great wisdom where you are needed by your brother men, better than you can know it in your unworthy little minds.
15 This is an evil thing to say, for it is a transgression, the great Transgression of Preference, to love any among men better than the others, since we must love all men and all men are our friends.
16 All the great modern inventions come from the Home of the Scholars, such as the newest one, which was found only a hundred years ago, of how to make candles from wax and string; also, how to make glass, which is put in our windows to protect us from the rain.
17 The fields are black and ploughed, and they lie like a great fan before us, with their furrows gathered in some hand beyond the sky, spreading forth from that hand, opening wide apart as they come toward us, like black pleats that sparkle with thin, green spangles.
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