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갈매기의 꿈

Jonathan Livingston Seagull-Richard Bach

To the real Jonathan Seagull, who lives within us all.

Part One   Part Two   Part Three

Part One

1.1 It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea. A mile from shore a fishing boat chummed the water. and the word for Breakfast Flock flashed through the air, till a crowd of a thousand seagulls came to dodge and fight for bits of food. It was another busy day beginning. But way off alone, out by himself beyond boat and shore, Jonathan Livingston Seagull was practicing. A hundred feet in the sky he lowered his webbed feet, lifted his beak, and strained to hold a painful hard twisting curve through his wings. The curve meant that he would fly slowly, and now he slowed until the wind was a whisper in his face, until the ocean stood still beneath him. He narrowed his eyes in fierce concentration, held his breath, forced one... single... more... inch... of... curve... Then his featliers ruffled, he stalled and fell. Seagulls, as you know, never falter, never stall. To stall in the air is for them disgrace and it is dishonor. But Jonathan Livingston Seagull, unashamed, stretching his wings again in that trembling hard curve - slowing, slowing, and stalling once more - was no ordinary bird. Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight - how to get from shore to food and back again. For most gulls, it is not flying that matters, but eating. For this gull, though, it was not eating that mattered, but flight. More than anything else. Jonathan Livingston Seagull loved to fly. This kind of thinking, he found, is not the way to make one's self popular with other birds. Even his parents were dismayed as Jonathan spent whole days alone, making hundreds of low-level glides, experimenting.

1.2 He didn't know why, for instance, but when he flew at altitudes less than half his wingspan above the water, he could stay in the air longer, with less effort. His glides ended not with the usual feet-down splash into the sea, but with a long flat wake as he touched the surface with his feet tightly streamlined against his body. When he began sliding in to feet-up landings on the beach, then pacing the length of his slide in the sand, his parents were very much dismayed indeed. "Why, Jon, why?" his mother asked. "Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can't you leave low flying to the pelicans, the alhatross? Why don't you eat? Son, you're bone and feathers!" "I don't mind being bone and feathers mom. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can't, that's all. I just want to know." "See here Jonathan " said his father not unkindly. "Winter isn't far away. Boats will be few and the surface fish will be swimming deep. If you must study, then study food, and how to get it. This flying business is all very well, but you can't eat a glide, you know. Don't you forget that the reason you fly is to eat." Jonathan nodded obediently. For the next few days he tried to behave like the other gulls; he really tried, screeching and fighting with the flock around the piers and fishing boats, diving on scraps of fish and bread. But he couldn't make it work. It's all so pointless, he thought, deliberately dropping a hard-won anchovy to a hungry old gull chasing him. I could be spending all this time learning to fly. There's so much to learn!

1.3 It wasn't long before Jonathan Gull was off by himself again, far out at sea, hungry, happy, learning. The subject was speed, and in a week's practice he learned more about speed than the fastest gull alive. From a thousand feet, flapping his wings as hard as he could, he pushed over into a blazing steep dive toward the waves, and learned why seagulls don't make blazing steep pewer-dives. In just six seconds he was moving seventy miles per hour, the speed at which one's wing goes unstable on the upstroke.

1.4 Time after time it happened. Careful as he was, working at the very peak of his ability, he lost control at high speed. Climb to a thousand feet. Full power straight ahead first, then push over, flapping, to a vertical dive. Then, every time, his left wing stalled on an upstroke, he'd roll violently left, stall his right wing recovering, and flick like fire into a wild tumbling spin to the right. He couldn't be careful enough on that upstroke. Ten times he tried, and all ten times, as he passed through seventy miles per hour, he burst into a churning mass of feathers, out of control, crashing down into the water.

1.5 The key, he thought at last, dripping wet, must be to hold the wings still at high speeds - to flap up to fifty and then hold the wings still. From two thousand feet he tried again, rolling into his dive, beak straight down, wings full out and stable from the moment he passed fifty miles per hour. It took tremendous strength, but it worked. In ten seconds he had blurred through ninety miles per hour. Jonathan had set a world speed record for seagulls!

1.6 But victory was short-lived. The instant he began his pullout, the instant he changed the angle of his wings, he snapped into that same terrible uncontrolled disaster, and at ninety miles per hour it hit him like dynamite. Jonathan Seagull exploded in midair and smashed down into a brickhard sea.

1.7 When he came to, it was well after dark, and he floated in moonlight on the surface of the ocean. His wings were ragged bars of lead, but the weight of failure was even heavier on his back. He wished, feebly, that the weight could be just enough to drug him gently down to the bottom, and end it all.

1.8 As he sank low in the water, a strange hollow voice sounded within him. There's no way around it. I am a seagull. I am limited by my nature. If I were meant to learn so much about flying, I'd have charts for brains. If I were meant to fly at speed, I'd have a falcon's short wings, and live on mice instead of fish. My father was right. I must forget this foolishness. I must fly home to the Flock and be content as I am, as a poor limited seagull.

1.9 The voice faded, and Jonathan agreed. The place for a seagull at night is on shore, and from this moment forth, he vowed, he would be a normal gull. It would make everyone happier. He pushed wearily away from the dark water and flew toward the land, grateful for what he had learned about work-saving low-altitude flying. But no, he thought. I am done with the way I was, I am done with everything I learned. I am a seagull like every other seagull, and I will fly like one. So he climbed painfully to a hundred feet and flapped his wings harder, pressing for shore.

1.10 He felt better for his decision to be just another one of the Flock. There would be no ties now to the force that had driven him to learn, there would be no more challenge and no more failure. And it was pretty, just to stop thinking, and fly through the dark, toward the lights above the beach. Dark! The hollow voice cracked in alarm. Seagulls never fly in the dark!

1.11 Jonathan was not alert to listen. It's pretty, he thought. The moon and the lights twinkling on the water, throwing out little beacon-trails through the night, and all so peaceful and still... Get down! Seagulls never fly in the dark! If you were meant to fly in the dark, you'd have the eyes of an owl! You'd have charts for brains! You'd have a falcon's short wings! There in the night, a hundred feet in the air, Jonathan Livingston Seagull - blinked. His pain, his resolutions, vanished. Short wings. A falcon's short wings!

1.12 That's the answer! What a fool I've been! All I need is a tiny little wing, all I need is to fold most of my wings and fly on just the tips alone! Short wings! He climbed two thousand feet above the black sea, and without a moment for thought of failure and death, he brought his forewings tightly in to his body, left only the narrow swept daggers of his wingtips extended into the wind, and fell into a vertical dive.

1.13 The wind was a monster roar at his head. Seventy miles per hour, ninety, a hundred and twenty and faster still. The wing-strain now at a hundred and forty miles per hour wasn't nearly as hard as it had been before at seventy, and with the faintest twist of his wingtips he eased out of the dive and shot above the waves, a gray cannonball under the moon.

1.14 He closed his eyes to slits against the wind and rejoiced. A hundred forty miles per hour! And under control! If I dive from five thousand feet instead of two thousand, I wonder how fast..

1.15 His vows of a moment before were forgotten, swept away in that great swift wind. Yet he felt guiltless, breaking the promises he had made himself. Such promises are only for the gulls that accept the ordinary. One who has touched excellence in his learning has no need of that kind of promise.

1.16 By sunup, Jonathan Gull was practicing again. From five thousand feet the fishing boats were specks in the flat blue water, Breakfast Flock was a faint cloud of dust motes, circling.

1.17 He was alive, trembling ever so slightly with delight, proud that his fear was under control. Then without ceremony he hugged in his forewings, extended his short, angled wingtips, and plunged direcfly toward the sea. By the time he passed four thousand feet he had reached terminal velocity, the wind was a solid beating wall of sound against which he could move no faster. He was flying now straight down, at two hundred fourteen miles per hour. He swallowed, knowing that if his wings unfolded at that speed be'd be blown into a million tiny shreds of seagull. But the speed was power, and the speed was joy, and the speed was pure beauty.

1.18 He began his pullout at a thousand feet, wingtips thudding and blurring in that gigatitic wind, the boat and the crowd of gulls tilting and growing meteor-fast, directly in his path. He couldn't stop; he didn't know yet even how to turn at that speed. Collision would be instant death. And so he shut his eyes.

1.19 It happened that morning, then, just after sunrise, that Ionathan Livingston Seagull fired directly through the center of Breakfast Flock, ticking off two hundred twelve miles per hour, eyes closed, in a great roaring shriek of wind and feathers. The Gull of Fortune smiled upon him this once, and no one was killed.

1.20 By the time he had pulled his beak straight up into the sky he was still scorching along at a hundred and sixty miles per hour. When he had slowed to twenty and stretched his wings again at last, the boat was a crumb on the sea, four thousand feet below.

1.21 His thought was triumph. Terminal velocity! A seagull at two hundred fourteen miles per hour! It was a breakthrough, the greatest single moment in the history of the Flock, and in that moment a new age opened for Jonathan Gull. Flying out to his lonely practice area, folding his wings for a dive from eight thousand feet, he set himself at once to discover how to turn.

1.22 A single wingtip feather, he found, moved a fraction of an inch, gives a smooth sweeping curve at tremendous speed. Before he learned this, however, he found that moving more than one feather at that speed will spin you like a ritIe ball... and Jonathan had flown the first aerobatics of any seagull on earth.

1.23 He spared no time that day for talk with other gulls, but flew on past sunset. He discovered the loop, the slow roll, the point roll, the inverted spin, the gull bunt, the pinwheel.

1.24 When Jonathan Seagull joined the Flock on the beach, it was full night. He was dizzy and terribly tired. Yet in delight he flew a loop to landing, with a snap roll just before touchdown. When they hear of it, he thought, of the Breakthrough, they'll be wild with joy. How much more there is now to living! Instead of our drab slogging forth and back to the fishing boats, there's a reason to life! We can lift ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves as creatures of excellence and intelligence and skill. We can be free! We can learn to fly!

1.25 The years ahead hummed and glowed with promise. The gulls were flocked into the Council Gathering when he landed, and apparently had been so flocked for some time. They were, in fact, waiting. "Jonathan Livingston Seagull! Stand to Center!" The Elder's words sounded in a voice of highest ceremony. Stand to Center meant only great shame or great honor. Stand to Center for Honor was the way the gulls' foremost leaders were marked. Of course, he thought, the Breakfast Flock this morning; they saw the Breakthrough! But I want no honors. I have no wish to be leader. I want only to share what I've found, to show those horizons out ahead for us all. He stepped forward.

1.26 "Jonathan Livingston Seagull," said the Elder, "Stand to Center for Shame in the sight of your fellow gulls!" It felt like being hit with a board. His knees went weak, his feathers sagged, there was roaring in his ears. Centered for shame? Impossible! The Breakthrough! They can't understand! They're wrong, they're wrong!

1.27 "... for his reckless irresponsibility " the solemn voice intoned, "violating the dignity and tradition of the Gull Family..." To be centered for shame meant that he would be cast out of gull society, banished to a solitary life on the Far Cliffs. "... one day Jonathan Livingston Seagull, you shall learn that irresponsibility does not pay. Life is the unknown and the unknowable, except that we are put into this world to eat, to stay alive as long as we possibly can."

1.28 A seagull never speaks back to the Council Flock, but it was Jonathan's voice raised. "Irresponsibility? My brothers!" he cried. "Who is more responsible than a gull who finds and follows a meaning, a higher purpose for life? For a thousand years we have scrabbled after fish heads, but now we have a reason to live - to learn, to discover, to be free! Give me one chance, let me show you what I've found..." The Flock might as well have been stone.

1.29 "The Brotherhood is broken," the gulls intoned together, and with one accord they solemnly closed their ears and turned their backs upon him. Jonathan Seagull spent the rest of his days alone, but he flew way out beyond the Far Cliffs. His one sorrow was not solituile, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they refused to open their eyes and see. He learned more each day. He learned that a streamlined high-speed dive could bring him to find the rare and tasty fish that schooled ten feet below the surface of the ocean: he no longer needed fishing boats and stale bread for survival. He learned to sleep in the air, setting a course at night across the offshore wind, covering a hundred miles from sunset to sunrise. With the same inner control, he flew through heavy sea-fogs and climbed above them into dazzling clear skies... in the very times when every other gull stood on the ground, knowing nothing but mist and rain. He learned to ride the high winds far iniand, to dine there on delicate insects.

1.30 What he had once hoped for the Flock, he now gained for himself alone; he learned to fly, and was not sorry for the price that he had paid. Jonathan Scagull discovered that boredom and fear and anger are the reasons that a gull's life is so short, and with these gone from his thought, he lived a long fine life indeed.

1.31 They came in the evening, then, and found Jonathan gliding peaceful and alone through his beloved sky. The two gulls that appeared at his wings were pure as starlight, and the glow from them was gentle and friendly in the high night air. But most lovely of all was the skill with which they flew, their wingtips moving a precise and constant inch from his own. Without a word, Jonathan put them to his test, a test that no gull had ever passed. He twisted his wings, slowed to a single mile per hour above stall. The two radiant birds slowed with him, smoothly, locked in position. They knew about slow flying.

1.32 He folded his wings, rolled and dropped in a dive to a hundred ninety miles per hour. They dropped with him, streaking down in flawless formation. At last he turned that speed straight up into a long vertical slow-roll. They rolled with him, smiling.

1.33 He recovered to level flight and was quiet for a time before he spoke. "Very well," he said, "who are you?" "We're from your Flock, Jonathan. We are your brothers." The words were strong and calm. "We've come to take you higher, to take you home." "Home I have none. Flock I have none. I am Outcast. And we fly now at the peak of the Great Mountain Wind. Beyond a few hundred feet, I can lift this old body no higher."

1.34 "But you can Jonathan. For you have learned. One school is finished, and the time has come for another to begin." As it had shined across him all his life, so understanding lighted that moment for Jonathan Seagull. They were right. He could fly higher, and it was time to go home.

1.35 He gave one last look across the sky, across that magnificent silver land where he had learned so much. "I'm ready " he said at last. And Jonathan Livingston Seagull rose with the two starbright gulls to disappear into a perfect dark sky.

  Part Two

2.1 So this is heaven, he thought, and he had to smile at himself. It was hardly respectful to analyze heaven in the very moment that one flies up to enter it.

2,2 As he came from Earth now, above the clouds and in close formation with the two brilliant gulls, he saw that his own body was growing as bright as theirs. True, the same young Jonathan Seagull was there that had always lived behind his golden eyes, but the outer form had changed.

2.3 It felt like a seagull body, but alreadv it flew far better than his old one had ever flown. Why, with half the effort, he thought, I'll get twice the speed, twice the performance of my best days on Earth!

2.4 His feathers glowed brilliant white now, and his wings were smooth and perfect as sheets of polished silver. He began, delightedly, to learn about them, to press power into these new wings.

2.5 At two hundred fifty mlles per hour he felt that he was nearing his level-flight maximum speed. At two hundred seventy-three he thought that he was flying as fast as he could fly, and he was ever so faintly disappointed. There was a limit to how much the new body could do, and though it was much faster than his old level-flight record, it was still a limit that would take great effort to crack. In heaven, he thought, there should be no limits.

2.6 The clouds broke apart, his escorts called, "Happy landings, Jonathan," and vanished into thin air. He was flying over a sea, toward a jagged shoreline. A very few seagulls were working the updrafts on the cliffs. Away off to the north, at the horizon itself, flew a few others. New sights, new thoughts, new questions. Why so few gulls? Heaven should be flocked with gulls! And why am I so tired, all at once? Gulls in heaven are never supposed to be tired, or to sleep.

2.7 Where had he heard that? The memory of his life on Earth was falling away. Earth had been a place where he had learned much, of course, but the details were blurred - something about fighting for food, and being Outcast.

2.8 The dozen gulls by the shoreline came to meet him, none saying a word. He felt only that he was welcome and that this was home. It had been a bigday for him, a day whose sunrise he no longer remembered.

2.9 He turned to land on the beach, beating his wings to stop an inch in the air, then dropping lightly to the sand, The other gulls landed too, but not one of them so much as flapped a feather. They swung into the wind, bright wings outstretched, then somehow they changed the curve of their feathers until they had stopped in the same instant their feet touched the ground. It was beautiful control, but now Jonathan was just too tired to try it. Standing there on the beach, still without a word spoken, he was asleep.

2.10 In the days that followed, Jonathan saw that there was as much to learn about flight in this place as there had been in the life behind him. But with a difference. Here were gulls who thought as he thought, For each of them, the most important thing in living was to reach out and touch perfection in that which they most loved to do, and that was to fly. They were magnificent birds, all of them, and they spent hour after hour every day practicing flight, testing advanced aeronautics.

2.11 For a long time Jonathan forgot about the world that he had come from, that place where the Flock lived with its eyes tightly shut to the joy of flight, using its wings as means to the end of finding and fighting for food. But now and then, just for a moment, he remembered.

2.12 He remembered it one morning when he was out with his instructor, while they rested on the beach after a session of folded-wing snap rolls. "Where is everybody, Sullivan?" he asked silently, quite at home now with the easy telepathy that these gulls used instead of screes and gracks. "Why aren't there more of us here? Why, where I came from there were.. "

2.13 "... thousands and thousands of gulls. I know. " Sullivan shook his head. "The only answer I can see, Jonathan, is that you are pretty well a one-in-a-million bird. Most of us came along ever so slowly. We went from one world into another that was almost exactly like it, forgettiug right away where we had come from, not caring where we were headed, living for the moment. Do you have any idea how many lives we must have gone through before we even gor the first idea that there is more to life than eating, or fighting, or power in the Flock? A thousand lives, Jon, ten thousand! And then another hundred lives until we began to learn that there is such a thing as perfection, and another hundred again to get the idea that our purpose for living is to find that perfection and show it forth. The same rule holds for us now, of course: we choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome."

2.14 He stretched his wings and turned to face the wind. "But you, Jon," he said, "learned so much at one time that you didn't have to go through a thousand lives to reach this one."

2.15 In a moment they were airborne again, practicing. The formation point-roils were difficult, for through the inverted half Jonathan had to think upside down, reversing the curve of his wing, and reversing it exactly in harmony with his instructor's.

2.16 "Let's try it again." Sullivan said over and over: "Let's try it again." Then, finally, "Good." And they began practicing outside loops.

2.17 One evening the gulls that were not night-flying stood together on the sand, thinking. Jonathan took all his courage in hand and walked to the Elder Gull, who, it was said, was soon to be moving beyond this world. "Chiang..." he said a little nervously.

어느 날 저녁때의 일이었다.
야간 비행을 하지 않는 갈매기들은 모래 위에 모여서 사색에 잠겨 있었다. 조나단은 있는 용기를 다해 노선배 갈매기에게 다가갔다. 소문에 의하면, 그는 곧 이곳을 떠나 한층 위의 세계로 옮아가게 될 것이라는, 치앙이라는 이름의 갈매기이다."치앙....."하고 그는 약간 두려운 듯한 어조로 말했다.

2.18 The old seagull looked at him kindly. "Yes, my son?" Instead of being enfeebled by age, the Elder had been empowered by it; he could outfly any gull in the Flock, and he had learned skills that the others were only gradually coming to know.

 늙은 갈매기는 다정하게 그를 바라보았다. "뭐지?" 이 노선배는 나이를 더함에 따라 노쇠하기는커녕 도리어 높은 능력을 더해 가고 있었다. 그는 갈매기 떼 중의 어떤 갈매기보다도 빠르게 날 수 있었고, 다른 갈매기들이 겨우 배우기 시작한 기술을 이미 다 알고 있었다.

2.19 "Chiang, this world isn't heaven at all, is it?" The Elder smiled in the moonlight. "You are learning again, Jonathan Seagull," he said. "Well, what happens from here? Where are we going? Is there no such place as heaven?"

"치앙, 여기는 천국이 아니죠, 그렇죠?"
노선배는 달빛 속에서 미소지었다.
"꽤 알게 된 것 같군, 조나단."
"이 생활 다음에는 대체 무슨 일이 일어날까요? 그리고 우리는 어디로 갈까요? 천국이라는 곳이 사실은 아무데도 없는 것 아니예요?"

2.20 "No, Jonathan, there is no such place. Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect." He was silent for a moment. "You are a very fast flier, aren't you?"

"맞았어 조나단, 그런 곳은 없어. 천국이란 장소나 시간이 아니라 완전한 경지를 가르키는 것이니까."
그는 잠시 말이 없다가 물었다."너는 굉장히 빠르게 날지. 안 그래?"

2.21 "I... I enjoy speed," Jonathan said, taken aback but proud that the Elder had noticed. "You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn't have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there."

"나는..... 나는 다만 스피드를 좋아해요." 조나단은 대답했다.
노선배가 자기를 알아주었다는데 깜짝 놀라기도 했지만, 또 자랑스런 기분이기도 했다.
"알겠니, 조나단? 네가 정말 완전한 스피드에 이르렀을 때, 너는 바로 천국에 닿으려 하고 있는 거야. 그리고 완전한 스피드라는 건 시속 수천 킬로미터로 나는 일도, 백만 킬로미터로 나는 일도, 또 빛의 속도는 나는 일도 아니야. 왜냐하면 아무리 숫자가 커져도 거기에는 한계가 있기 때문이야. 하지만 완전한 것은 한계가 없지. 완전한 스피드란, 알겠니, 그건 곧 거기에 있다는 거야."

2.22 Without warning, Chiang vanished and appeared at the water's edge fifty feet away, all in the flicker of an instant. Then he vanished again and stood, in the same millisecond, at Jonathan's shoulder. "It's kind of fun," he said.

뜻밖에 치앙의 모습이 사라지더니, 별안간 150미터쯤 떨어진 바닷가에 나타났다.
섬광처럼 눈 깜짝할 사이에 일어난 일이다. 그리고 다시금 그의 모습은 사라져서 아까처럼 1천분의 1초 동안에 조나단과 어깨를 나란히 하고 서 있었다.

2.23 Jonathan was dazzled. He forgot to ask about heaven. "How do you do that? What does it feel like? How far can you go?" "You can go to any place and to any time that you wish to go," the Elder said. "I've gone everywhere and everywhen I can think of." He looked across the sea. "It's strange. The gulls who scorn perfection for the sake of travel go nowhere, slowly. Those who put aside travel for the sake of perfection go anywhere, instantly. Remember, Jonathan, heaven isn't a place or a time, because place and time are so very meaningless. Heaven is..."

2.24 "Can you teach me to fly like that?" Jonathan Seagull trembled to conquer another unknown. "Of course if you wish to learn." "I wish. When can we start?". "We could start now if you'd like." "I want to learn to fly like that," Jonathan said and a strange light glowed in his eyes. "Tell me what to do," Chiang spoke slowly and watched the younger gull ever so carefully. "To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is," he said, "you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived ..."

"아까처럼 나는 법을 나한테 가르쳐 주실 수 있어요?"
조나단은 또 하나의 미지의 세계를 정복하고 싶어 몸을 떨었다.
"좋아, 네가 배우고 싶다면"
"배우고 싶어요. 언제부터 시작해 주시겠어요?"
"너만 괜찮다면 지금부터라도"
"그렇게 나는 법을 배우고 싶어요"
조나단은 말했다. 이상한 광채가 그의 눈 속에서 빛났다.
"어떻게 해야 하는지 말씀해 주세요"
치앙은 천천히 말했고, 자기보다 젊은 갈매기를 주의깊게 바라보았다.
"생각한 순간 그곳에 날아가기 위해서는, 이것은 즉 어떤 곳에든지 날아간다는 말이 되는데, 그러려면..." 하고 그는 말했다.
"우선 자기는 이미 거기 도달해 있다는 것을 앎으로써 시작하지 않으면 안 돼...."

2.25 The trick, according to Chiang, was for Jonathan to stop seeing himself as trapped inside a limited body that had a forty-two inch wingspan and performance that could be plotted on a chart. The trick was to know that his true nature lived, as perfect as an unwritten number, everywhere at once across space and time.

2.26 Jonathan kept at it, fiercely, day after day, from before sunrise till past midnight. And for all his effort he moved not a feather width from his spot.

조나단은 날이면 날마다, 해 뜨기 전부터 자정이 지나도록 맹렬히 열중했다. 그리고 온갖 노력을 다했음에도 불구하고, 그는 서 있는 지점에서 깃털 폭만큼도 이동할 수 없었다.

2.27 "Forget about faith!" Chiang said it time and again. "You didn't need faith to fly, you needed to understand flying.This is jast the same. Now try again ..."

"믿음에만 매달릴 필요는 없어"
치앙은 이 말을 몇 번이고 되풀이했다.
"날기 위해 신조는 필요없다는 걸 알아둬. 지금까지 네게 필요했던 것은 난다는 데 대한 이해뿐이야. 이번도 그와 똑같은 일이야. 자, 그럼 다시 한번 해봐"

2.28 Then one day Jonathan, standing on the shore, closing his eyes, concentrating, all in a flash knew what Chiang had been telling him. "Why, that's true! I am a perfect, unlimited gull!" He felt a great shock of joy.

그러던 어느날, 조나단이 눈을 감고 정신을 집중하며 해변에 서 있을 때, 별안간 뭔가 마음에 번뜩였다. 그는 지금까지 치앙이 무슨 말을 해왔는가를 퍼뜩 깨달았다.
"그래, 정말 그렇다! 나는 완전한 갈매기, 무한한 가능성을 지닌 갈매기로서 여기 있다!"
그는 격렬한 충격 같은 기쁨을 느꼈다.

2.29 "Good!" said Chiang and there was victory in his voice. Jonathan opened his eyes. He stood alone with the Elder on a totally different seashore - trees down to the water's edge, twin yellow suns turning overhead. "At last you've got the idea," Chiang said, "but your control needs a little work... " Jonathan was stunned. "Where are we?"

"좋아!" 치앙이 말했다.
그 목소리 속에는 무엇인가를 성취한 밝음이 깃들어 있었다. 조나단은 눈을 떴다. 그는 노선배와 단둘이서 아까와는 전혀 다른 해변에 서 있었다.
숲은 물 가장자리까지 들어차 있고, 두 개의 노란 태양이 머리 위를 돌고 있다.
"마침내 체득했군" 치앙이 말했다.
"그러나 좀더 콘트롤을 연구할 필요가 있을 것 같아..."
조나단은 어리둥절했다.
"대체 여기가 어딥니까?"

2.30 Utterly unimpressed with the strange surroundings, the Elder brushed the question aside. "We're on some planet, obviously, with a green sky and a double star for a sun." Jonathan made a scree of delight, the first sound he had made since he had left Earth. "IT WORKS!" "Well, of course, it works, Jon." said Chiang. "It always works, when you know what you're doing. Now about your control..."

주위의 기이한 광경에는 아무 관심도 나타내지 않고, 노선배는 그의 질문을 간단히 받아넘겼다.
"우리는 어떤 혹성 위에 있어. 초록 하늘, 태양 대신에 쌍자성, 틀림없어"
조나단은 환희에 넘쳐 소리쳤다.
"그럼, 물론 너는 해낸거야, 존."
치앙이 말했다. 그가 땅을 떠나 온 이래, 처음 지른 소리였다. "해냈다!"
"너 자신이 하고 있는 일이 무엇인가를 정말 알 때는 언제든 되는 거야. 자, 그럼 다음에는 콘트롤의 문제인데..."

2.31 By the time they returned, it was dark. The other gulls looked at Jonathan with awe in their golden eyes, for they had seen him disappear from where he had been rooted for so long. He stood their congratulations for less than a minute. "I'm the newcomer here! I'm just beginning! It is I who must learn from you!"

그들이 돌아왔을 때는 이미 해가 진 뒤였다.
다른 갈매기들은 그 금빛 눈에 외경의 빛을 띠고 조나단을 바라보았다.
그들은 조나단이 그토록 오래 뿌리가 내린 듯이 못박혀 있던 장소로부터 사라지는 것을 보았기 때문이다. 그는 동료의 축복의 말이 짐스러워 잠시도 견딜 수 없었다.
"나는 여기서는 신참자예요. 나는 이제 겨우 공부를 시작했을 뿐이예요! 나야말로 당신들한테서 배워야 하는데!"

2.32 "I wonder about that, Jon," said Sullivan standing near. "You have less fear of learning than any gull I've seen in ten thousand years. "The Flock fell silent, and Jonathan fidgeted in embarrassment. "We can start working with time if you wish," Chiang said, "till you can fly the past and the future. And then you will be ready to begin the most difficult, the most powerful, the most fun of all. You will be ready to begin to fly up and know the meaning of kindness and of love."

"그건 그렇지 않을 거야"하고 옆에 있던 셜리반이 말했다.
"존, 너처럼 배우기를 두려워하지 않는 갈매기를 나는 과거 1만 년 동안 한 번도 만나 본 적이 없어"
모두 조용했고, 조나단은 몸둘 바를 몰라 우물쭈물 했다.
"네가 원한다면 시간에 대한 연구를 시작해도 좋아"
치앙이 말했다.
"그러면 너는 과거와 미래를 자유로이 비행할 수 있게 돼. 그리고 거기까지 가면 너는 가장 어렵고, 가장 강력하고, 또 가장 즐거운 모든 일을 다룰 준비가 되었다고 할 수 있을 거야. 그리고 너는 그때보다 높이 날아오르기 시작하고, 또 우아함과 사랑의 진정한 의미를 알게 되는 준비가 완료되는 셈이지"

2.33 A month went by, or something that felt about like a month, and Jonathan learned at a tremendous rate. He always had learned quickly from ordinary experience, and now, the special student of the Elder Himself, he took in new ideas like a streamlined feathered computer.

그리고 한 달이 지났다. 아니, 한 달이라고 느껴졌을 뿐인지도 모른다.
조나단은 놀라운 속도로 배워 갔다. 그는 지금까지 언제나 일상의 아무렇지도 않은 사소한 경험으로부터 여러 가지를 재빨리 배워 왔는데, 바야흐로 노선배 자신의 특별 지도를 받는 몸이 된 뒤로는, 그는 마치 깃이 달린 유선형 컴퓨터처럼 새로운 생각을 순식간에 흡수해 갔다.

2.34 But then the day came that Chiang vanished. He had been talking quietly with them all, exhorting them never to stop their learning and their practicing and their striving to understand more of the perfect invisible principle of all life. Then, as he spoke, his feathers went brighter and brighter and at last turned so brilliant that no gull could look upon him.

그러나 이윽고 치앙이 사라져 버리는 그날이 왔다. 그는 모두에게 조용히 이야기했다.
"모든 생활의 숨겨진 완전한 원리를 조금이라도 깊이 이해하기 위해 연구와 연습과 노력을 결코 중단해서는 안된다"라고 그는 당부했다.
이윽고 이야기해 감에 따라 그의 깃이 더욱더 빛나더니 마침내 아무도 그를 바라볼 수 없을 만큼 눈부시게 되어 갔다.

2.35 "Jonathan," he said, and these were the last words that he spoke, "keep working on love." When they could see again, Chiang was gone.

"조나단"하고 그는 말했다. 그것이 그의 마지막 말이었다. "더욱 타인을 사랑하도록 힘써라, 알겠지"
그들이 다시 볼 수 있게 되었을 때, 치앙은 이미 사라지고 없었다.

2.36 As the days went past, Jonathan found himself thinking time and again of the Earth from which he had come. If he had known there just a tenth, just a hundredth, of what he knew here, how much more life would have meant! He stood on the sand and fell to wondering if there was a gull back there who might be struggling to break out of his limits, to see the meaning of flight beyond a way of travel to get a breadcrumb from a rowboat. Perhaps there might even have been one made Outcast for speaking his truth in the face of the Flock. And the more Jonathan practiced his kindness lessons, and the more he worked to know the nature of love, the more he wanted to go back to Earth. For in spite of his lonely past, Jonathan Seagull was born to be an instructor, and his own way of demonstrating love was to give something of the truth that he had seen to a gull who asked only a chance to see truth for himself.

날이 감에 따라, 조나단은 자기가 떠나 온 지상의 일을 이따금 생각하고 있음을 알았다.
만약 그가 여기서 배운 것의 10분의 1, 아니 100분의 1이라도 저쪽에서 알고 있었다면 저쪽 생활은 얼마나 풍부했겠는가!
그는 모래 위에 서서 생각에 잠겼다. 저쪽에도 자기의 한계를 깨뜨리려고 고투하고 있는 갈매기가 있지 않을까. 비행을 보우트로부터 나오는 빵 부스러기를 얻기 위한 이동 수단으로만 생각하지 않고, 나는 일의 진정한 의미를 알려고 고투하고 있는 그런 갈매기가 있지 않을까.
어쩌면 갈매기 떼 앞에서 자기의 진실을 말했기 때문에 추방당한 갈매기가 있을는지 모른다. 우아함에 대해 배우면 배울수록, 또 사랑의 의미를 알려고 노력하면 할수록 조나단은 더욱더 지상으로 돌아가고 싶었다. 왜냐하면 조나단은 지금까지 외롭게 살아왔음에도 불구하고, 태어나면서부터 교사가 되도록 운명지어져 있었기 때문이며, 또 혼자 힘으로 진실을 발견할 기회를 찾고 있는 갈매기에 대해서 이미 자기가 발견한 진실의 몇 분의 1이라도 나누어주는 일이야말로 자기의 사랑을 증명하는 그 나름의 방식같이 생각되었기 때문이다.

2.37 Sullivan, adept now at thought-speed flight and helping the others to learn, was doubrful. "Jon, you were Outcast once. Why do you think that any of the gulls in your old time would listen to you now? You know the proverb, and it's true: The gull sees farthest who flies highest. Those gulls where you came from are standing on the ground, squawking and fighting among themselves. They're a thousand miles from heaven - and you say you want to show them heaven from where they stand! Jon, they can't see their own wingtips! Stay here. Help the new gulls here, the ones who are high enough to see what you have to tell them." He was quiet for a moment, and then he said, "What if Chiang had gone back to his old worlds? Where would you have been today?"

2.38 The last point was the telling one, and Sullivan was right The gull sees farthest who flies highest. Jonathan stayed and worked with the new birds coming in, who were all very bright and quick with their lessons. But the old feeling came back, and he couldn't help but think that there might be one or two gulls back on Earth who would be able to learn, too. How much more would he have known by now if Chiang had come to him on the day that he was Outcast!

2.39 "Sully, I must go back " he said at last "Your students are doing well. They can help you bring the newcomers along." Sullivan sighed, but he did not argue. "I think I'll miss you, Jonathan," was all he said.

2.40 "Sully, for shame!" Jonathan said in reproach, "and don't be foolish! What are we trying to practice every day? If our friendship depends on things like space and time, then when we finally overcome space and time, we've destroyed our own brotherhood! But overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now. And in the middle of Here and Now, don't you think that we might see each other once or twice?"

2.41 Sullivan Seagull laughed in spite of himself. "You crazy bird," he said kindly. "If anybody can show someone on the ground how to see a thousand miles, it will be Jonathan Livingston Seagull." He looked at the sand. "Good-bye, Jon, my friend."

2.42 "Good bye, Sully. We'll meet again." And with that, Jonathan held in thought an image of the great gull flocks on the shore of another time, and he knew with practiced ease that he was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all.

2.43 Fletcher Lynd Seagull was still quite young, but already he knew that no bird had ever been so harshly treated by any Flock, or with so much injustice.

2.44 "I don't care what they say," he thought fiercely, and his vision blurred as he flew out toward the Far Cliffs. "There's so much more to flying than just flapping around from place to place! A... a... mosquito does that! One little barrel roll around the Elder Gull, just for fun, and I'm Outcast! Are they blind? Can't they see? Can't they think of the glory that it'll be when we really learn to fly?

2.45 "I don't care what they think. I'll show them what flying is! I'll be pure Outlaw, if that's the way they want it. And I'll make them so sorry..."

2.46 The voice came inside his own head, and though it was very gentle, it startled him so much that he faltered and stumbled in the air. "Don't be harsh on them, Fletcher Seagull. In casting you out, the other gulls have only hurt themselves, and one day they will know this, and one day they will see what you see. Forgive them, and help them to understand."

2.47 An inch from his right wingtip flew the most brilliant white gull in all the world, gliding effortlessly along, not moving a feather, at what was very nearly Fletcher's top speed.

2.48 There was a moment of chaos in the young bird. "What's going on? Am I mad? Am I dead? What is this?" Low and calm, the voice went on within his thought, demanding an answer. "Fletcher Lynd Seagull, do you want to fly?" "YES, I WANT TO FLY!".

2.49 "Fletcher Lynd Seagull, do you want to fly so much that you will forgive the Flock, and learn, and go back to them one day and work to help them know?" There was no lying to this magniflcent skillful being, no matter how proud or how hurt a bird was Fletcher Seagull. "I do " he said softly. "Then, Fletch," that bright creature said to him, and the voice was very kind, "let's begin with Level Flight...."

  Part Three

3.1 Jonathan circled slowly over the Far Cliffs, watching. This rough young Fletcher Gull was very nearly a perfect flight-student. He was strong and light and quick in the air, but far and away more important, he had a blazing drive to learn to fly.

3.2 Here he came this minute, a blurred gray shape roaring out of a dive, flashing one hundred fifty miles per hour past his instructor. He pulled abruptly into another try at a sixteen point vertical slow roll, calling the points out loud.

지금, 그는 접근해 왔다. 흐릿한 회색 덩어리가 소리를 내며 강하해 오더니, 시속 240킬로미터로 번쩍이듯 조나단 옆을 지나쳐 갔다. 그리고 그는 별안간 다른 연습으로 옮아갔다. 16분할 수직 완횡전이다. 그는 큰소리로 분활 회수를 세었다.

3.3 "...eight... nine... ten... see-Jonathan-l'm-running-out-of air speed.. eleven... I-want-good-sharp-stops-like yours... twelve... but-blast-it-I just-can't-make... - thirteen... these last-three-points... without... fourteen ...aaakk!"

"... 8 ... 9 ... 10 ... .봐 주세요, 조나단. 점점 스피드가 떨어져 가요....11..... 당신처럼 훌륭하게 빈틈없이 정지하고 싶어요.... 12 ...... 하지만, 제기랄, 나는 할 수가 없어요 ..... 13, 이 마지막 3회가 .... 없으면 ..... 14 .... 아앗!"

3.4 Fletcher's whipstall at the top was all the worse for his rage and fury at failing. He fell backward, tumbled, slammed savagely into an inverted spin, and recovered at last, panting, a hundred feet below his instructor's level.

마지막 단계에서의 플레처의 상승 실속(上昇失速)은 자신의 실패에의 분통과 격노 때문에 더욱 나쁜 상태가 되었다.
그는 뒤집히고 내던져져 함부로 회전하며 거꾸로 전락해 가더니, 그의 교사가 있는 데로부터 300미터 아래쪽에서 겨우 자세를 회복해 숨을 헐떡였다.

3.5 "You're wasting your time with me, Jonathan! I'm too dumb! I'm too stupid! I try and try, but I'll never get it!" Jonathan Seagull looked down at him and nodded. "You'll never get it for sure as long as you make that pullup so hard. Fletcher, you lost forty miles an hour in the entry! You have to be smooth! Firm but smooth, remember?"

"나 같은 걸 돌보는 건 시간 낭비예요, 조나단! 나는 글렀어요! 얼간이에요! 몇 번을 해본들 될턱이 없어요!" 조나단은 그를 내려다보며 고개를 끄덕였다.
"그렇게 함부로 급상승을 하는 한, 절대로 될 리가 없을 거야. 플레처, 너는 자세를 바꾸기 시작했을 때, 이미 시속 65킬로미터는 손해보고 있었던 거야! 유연하게 하지 않으면 안 돼! 견고하게, 그러나 유연하게 말야, 알겠나?"

3.6 He dropped down to the level of the younger gull."Let's try it together now, in formation. And pay attention to that pullup. It's a smooth, easy entry."

그는 젊은 갈매기와 같은 높이까지 강하했다.
"자, 이번에는 나와 편대를 지어 해보자. 그리고 그 급상승을 주의해. 유연하게 힘을 빼고 시작하는 거야."

3.7 By the end of three months Jonathan had six other students, Outcasts all, yet curious about this strange new idea of flight for the joy of flying. Still, it was easier for them to practice high performance than it was to understand the reason behindit.

3개월이 지났을 무렵에는, 조나단의 생도는 다시 여섯 마리가 늘어나 있었다.
모두 추방당한 갈매기들이었는데, 그들은 모두 나는 기쁨을 맛보기 위해 난다는 이 비행에 관한 미지의 새로운 생각에 호기심을 품고 있었다.
그러나 그들에게 있어 고도한 비행 기술의 연습은 그래도 쉬웠지만, 그 배후에 있는 비행의 의미를 이해하는 것은 극히 어려운 일이었다.

3.8 "Each of us is in truth an idea of the Great Gull, an unlimited idea of freedom," Jonathan would say in the evenings on the beach, "and precision flying is a step toward expressing our real nature.Everything that limits us we have to put aside. That's why all this high-speed practice, and low speed, and aerobatics...."

"우리 한 마리 한 마리가 바로 위대한 갈매기의 사상이고, 자유라는 무한 사상이다."
조나단은 저녁때 해변에서 되풀이해 말했다.
"그리고 정확한 비행은 우리의 본성을 표현하는 한 단계야. 우리를 제한하는 모든 것을 우리는 제거하지 않으면 안 돼. 우리가 고속, 저속, 곡예 비행을 연습하고 있는 이유...."

3.9 ...and his students would be asleep, exhausted from the day's flying. They liked the practice, because it was fast and exciting and it fed a hunger for learning that grew with every lesson. But not one of them, not even Fletcher Lynd Gull, had come to believe that the flight of ideas could possibly be as real as the flight of wind and feather.

이리하여 그의 생도들은 그날의 비행에 지쳐 이내 잠들어 버리곤 하였다.
생도들은 연습을 좋아했다. 왜냐하면 연습은 스피디하고 흥분해 들뜨게 했으며, 교육 과정 때마다 격렬해져 가는 학습에 대한 갈망을 그 연습이 충족시켜 주었기 때문이다.
그러나 누구 한 사람, 플레처 조차도 상념에 의한 비행이 바람과 깃에 의한 비행처럼 현실적인 것일 수 있다고 믿는 데까지는 이르지 못했다.

3.10 "Your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip," Jonathan would say, other times, "is nothing more than your thought itself, in a form you can see. Break the chains of your thought, and you break the chains of your body, too..." But no matter how he said it, it sounded like pleasant fiction, and they needed more to sleep.

"너희의 전신은 날개 끝에서 끝에 이르기까지..."
조나단은 기회 있을 때마다 말하곤 했다.
"그것은 눈에 보이는 형상을 빈, 너희의 생각 그 자체에 지나지 않아. 생각의 사슬을 끊어 버려. 그러면 육체의 사슬도 끊게 돼...."
그러나 비록 그가 어떻게 설명하든지 간에 생도들에게는 그 이야기가 유쾌한 허구의 이야기로밖에는 들리지 않았고, 그들은 자장가 대신 그런 이야기를 더 들려주길 바라는 것이었다.

3.11 It was only a month later that Jonathan said the time had come to return to the Flock. "We're not ready!" said Henry Calvin Gull. "We're not welcome! We're Outcast! We can't force ourselves to go where we're not welcome, can we?" "We're free to go where we wish and to be what we are," Jonathan answered, and he lifted from the sand and turned east, toward the home grounds of the Flock.

갈매기 떼에게로 돌아가야 할 때가 왔다고 조나단이 말한 것은 그로부터 겨우 한 달이 지난 후의 일이었다.
"아직 무리예요!"하고 헨리 칼빈이 말했다."우리는 환영받지 못해요! 추방당했으니까요. 우리가 환영받지 못할 곳으로 무리하게 갈 수는 없지 않아요?""우리는 자유로와. 원하는 곳에 갈 자유가 있고, 거짓없는 자신의 모습으로 있을 자유가 있어."조나단은 이렇게 대답하고는 모래사장으로부터 날아올랐다.그리고 갈매기 떼의 본거지를 향해 동쪽으로 머리를 돌렸다.

3.12 There was brief anguish among his students, for it is the Law of the Flock that an Outcast never returns, and the Law had not been broken once in ten thousand years. The Law said stay; Jonathan said go; and by now he was a mile across the water. If they waited much longer, he would reach a hostile Flock alone.

생도들은 잠시 동안 고민에 잠겼다. 추방당한 갈매기는 절대로 돌아갈 수 없다는 것이 갈매기 떼의 법률이며, 그 법률은 오늘날까지 1만 년 동안, 단 한 번도 깨진 일이 없었기 때문이다. 법률은 머무르라고 말하고, 조나단은 가라고 말한다.
그러나 이미 조나단은 앞 바다에 있었다.
만약 더 이상 그들이 출발을 주저하면, 그는 혼자서 적의에 찬 갈매기 떼에게 가게 될 것이다.

3.13 "Well, we don't have to obey the law if we're not a part of the Flock, do we?" Fletcher said, rather self-consciously. "Besides, if there's a fight we'll be a lot more help there than here."'

"저어, 결국 우리가 이미 그 무리의 일원이 아니라면, 그 법률에 따를 필요는 없잖아?"
플레처가 머뭇거리며 말했다.
"그리고 말야, 만약 저쪽에서 싸움이 일어나면, 이쪽에 있기보다는 저쪽에 있는 편이 훨씬 도움이 될테고"

3.14 And so they flew in from the west that morning, eight of them in a double-diamond formation, wingtips almost overlapping. They came across the Flock's Council Beach at a hundred thirty-five miles per hour, Jonathan in the lead. Fletcher smoothly at his right wing, Henry Calvin struggling gamely at his left. Then the whole formation rolled slowly to the right, as one bird... level... to... inverted... to... level, the wind whipping over them all.

그리하여 그들 여덟 마리는 날개 끝이 겹칠 정도로 대를 이룬 다이아몬드 형 편대를 지어, 그날 아침 서쪽에서 날아갔다.
그들은 시속 270킬로미터로 갈매기 떼가 '평의 집회' 장소로 사용하는 해변을 통과했다.
조나단이 앞장을 서고, 그 오른쪽에는 플레처가 유연하게 따르고, 왼쪽에는 헨리가 힘차게 날고 있었다.
이윽고 편대 전체가 오른쪽으로 천천히 횡전했다. 마치 한 마리의 새가 수평비행을 하다가 전회해서 배면 비행, 다시 수평 비행으로 돌아온 것 같다.
갑자기 바람이 으르렁거리며 그들 모두에게 달려들었다.

3.15 The squawks and grockles of everyday life in the Flock were cut off as though the formation were a giant knife, and eight thousand gull-eyes watched, without a single blink. One by one, each of the eight birds pulled sharply upward into a full loop and flew all the way around to a dead-slow stand-up landing on the sand. Then as though this sort of thing happened every day, Jonathan Seagull began his critique of the flight.

그들의 편대는 마치 거대한 칼처럼 갈매기 떼의 일상적인 소란을 끊어 중단시켜 버렸다.
8천 마리의 갈매기 눈들은 깜박거리지도 않고 그들을 바라보았다. 여덟 마리의 새는 한 마리씩 각기 급상승해서 완전 역전을 한 다음, 크게 전회하여 모래사장에 초저속 수직 착륙으로 사뿐히 내려앉았다.
그리고 나서, 조나단은 마치 이런 일은 일상 다반사라는 듯한 어조로 그 비행에 대한 강평을 시작했다.

3.16 "To begin with," he said with a wry smile, "you were all a bit late on the join-up..." It went like lightning through the Flock. Those birds are Outcast! And they have returned! And that... that can't happen! Fletcher's predictions of battle melted in the Flock's confusion. "Well sure, O.K. they're Outcast," said some of the younger gulls, "but hey, man, where did they learn to fly like that?"

"무엇보다도 먼저"
그는 쓴웃음을 지으면서 말했다.
"합류하는 것이 꽤 늦은 것 같다...."
그들은 추방당한 갈매기다! 그런데 그들이 돌아온 것이다! 그리고 그것은..... 그것은 있을 수 없는 일이다!
그런 소리가 갈매기 떼 사이를 번개처럼 뚫고 지나갔다. 싸움이 일어날지도 모른다는 플레처의 예상은 갈매기 떼의 혼란 속에 사라져 버렸다.
"음, 그건 그래. 좋아, 그들은 틀림없이 추방당한 갈매기야"
젊은 갈매기들 중의 한 마리가 이렇게 말했다.
"하지만, 이봐, 그들은 대체 어디서 저렇게 나는 법을 배웠을까?"

3.17 It took almost an hour for the Word of the Elder to pass through the Flock: Ignore them. The gull who speaks to an Outcast is himself Outcast. The gull who looks upon an Outcast breaks the Law of the Flock, Gray-feathered backs were turned upon Jonathan from that moment onward, but he didn't appear to notice. He held his practice sessions directly over the Council Beach and for the first time began pressing his students to the limit of their ability.

그리고 한 시간쯤 지나자, 다음과 같은 연장자의 통보가 갈매기 떼에게 전해졌다.
'그들을 무시하라. 추방당했던 갈매기에게 말을 거는 자는 즉시 추방당할 것이다. 추방당했던 갈매기를 존경하는 자는 우리 떼의 법률을 어긴 것으로 간주된다.'
그 순간부터 회색 깃털을 자진 그 갈매기 떼는 조나단에게 등을 돌렸으나, 그는 그 일에 신경을 쓰는 것 같지는 않았다.
그는 '평의 집회'가 열리는 해변 위에서 실습 수업을 열었다. 그리고 이때 처음으로 그는 생도의 능력의 한계까지 억지로 시험하게 했다.

3.18 "Martin Gull!" he shouted across the sky. "You say you know low-speed flying. You know nothing till you prove it! FLY!" So quiet little Martin William Seagull, startled to be caught under his instructor's fire, surprised himself and became a wizard of low speeds. In the lightest breeze he could curve his feathers to lift himself without a single flap of wing from sand to cloud and down again.

"마아틴!" 그는 하늘을 가로질러 소리쳤다.
"너는 저속 비행을 할 줄 안다고 말했지. 하지만 그걸 증명하기 전에는 다 익혔다고 할 수 없다! 날아 보아라!"
작은 몸집의 얌전한 마아틴 윌리엄은 교사로부터 질책을 받고 깜짝 놀란 나머지 저속 비행의 명수가 되어 버렸다.
아주 가벼운 미풍 속에서도 그는 깃을 커브시켜, 날개 한번 치지 않고 모래로부터 구름까지 올라가고 다시 내려올 수 있게 된 것이다.

3.19 Likewise Charles-Roland Gull flew the Great Mountain Wind to twenty-four thousand feet, came down blue from the cold thin air, amazed and happy, determined to go still higher tomorrow.

마찬가지로 찰스 롤랜드는 '성스런 산바람'이라는 비행을 7천 이백 미터까지 했고, 차갑고 희박한 대기로부터 창백해져서 내려왔다. 그는 놀라고 어이없어 하면서도 기쁨에 넘쳐, 내일은 더 높이 날아오르겠다고 마음속으로 다짐하고 있었다.

3.20 Fletcher Seagull, who loved aerobatics like no one else, conquered his sixteen point vertical slow roll and the next day topped it off with a triple cartwheel, his feathers flashing white sunlight to a beach from which more than one furtive eye watched.

누구보다도 곡예 비행을 좋아하는 플레처는 16분할 수직 완횡전을 정복했다.
다음날에는 공중 3회전을 더하여 곡예를 완성했다. 그의 깃털은 해변을 향해 흰 태양 광선을 반사시켰다. 그리고 그 해변으로부터 그를 몰래 훔쳐보는 눈은 한둘이 아니었다.

3.21 Every hour Jonathan was there at the side of each of his students, demonstrating, suggesting, pressuring, guiding. He flew with them through night and cloud and storm, for the sport of it, while the Flock huddled miserably on the ground.

조나단은 매시간 그의 생도들 각자 옆에 붙어서 모범 연기를 보이고 힌트를 주고 강제하고 지도했다. 그는 재미로 생도들과 야간 비행을 하고 구름과 폭풍 속을 날았다.
그 동안 갈매기 떼는 비참하게도 땅에서 법석거리고 있지 않으면 안 되었다.

3.22 When the flying was done, the students relaxed in the sand, and in time they listened more closely to Jonathan. He had some crazy ideas that they couldn't understand, but then he had some good ones that they could.

3.23 Gradually, in the night, another circle formed around the circle of students a circle of curious gulls listening in the darkness for hours on end, not wishing to see or be seen of one another, fading away before daybreak.

점차, 야간에는 다른 원진(圓陣)이 생도들의 주위를 둘러싸게 되었다.
그것은 호기심을 가진 갈매기들의 그룹으로 몇 시간이고 쭉 어둠 속에서 귀를 기울이고 있는 것이었다. 서로 남의 얼굴을 보고 싶지도 또 남의 눈에 띄고 싶지도 않은 갈매기들로서 날이 밝기 전에 사라져 버렸다.

3.24 It was a month after the Return that the first gull of the Flock crossed the line and asked to learn how to fly. In his asking, Terrence Lowell Gull became a condemned bird, labeled Outcast; and the eighth of Jonathan's students.

갈매기 떼 중의 한 마리가 처음으로 경계선을 넘어와 비행법을 배우고 싶다고 말한 것은 그들이 돌아온지 한 달이 지난 후의 일이었다. 그렇게 말했기 때문에, 테렌스 로웰은 유죄 선고를 받고 추방자라는 딱지가 붙여졌다.
이리하여 그는 조나단의 여덟 번째 생도가 되었다.

3.25 The next night from the Flock came Kirk Maynard Gull, wobbling across the sand, dragging his leftwing,to collapse at Jonathan's feet. "Help me," he said very quietly, speaking in the way that the dying speak. "I want to fly more than anything else in the world..."

이튿날 밤, 커크메이나드가 갈매기떼로부터 왔다. 그는 왼쪽 날개를 끌며 모래사장을 비틀비틀 건너오더니 조나단의 발밑에 고꾸라졌다.
"도와주세요" 그는 마치 유언이라도 중얼거리듯이 아주 낮은 목소리로 말했다.
"세상의 어떤 일보다도 나는 날고 싶어요..."

3.26 "Come along then." said Jonathan. "Climb with me away from the ground, and we'll begin." "You don't understand My wing. I can't move my wing." "Maynard Gull, you have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way.It is the Law of the Great Gull, the Law that Is." "Are you saying I can fly?" "I say you are free."

"그럼 같이 해봐요"하고 조나단이 말했다.
"땅에서 나하고 같이 날아오르는 거야. 그것부터 시작하지"
"당신은 모르시는군요. 이 날개 말입니다. 이걸 움직일 수 없어요."
"메이나드, 너는 지금 이 자리에서 진정한 너 자신으로 돌아갈 자유를 얻은 거야. 본래의 너답게 행동할 수 있는 자유를. 어떤 것도 너를 방해할 수 없어. 그것은 '위대한 갈매기'의 법칙, 실재(實在)하는 참다운 법칙이야"
"내가 날 수 있다고 말하는 겁니까?"
"너는 자유롭다고 말했어"

3.27 As simply and as quickly as that, Kirk Maynard Gull spread his wings, effortlessly, and lifted into the dark night air. The Flock was roused from sleep by his cry, as loud as he could scream it, from five hundred feet up: "I can fly! Listen! I CAN FLY!"

그 말을 듣고 나더니, 곧 유순하게 또 신속하게 커크메이나드는 힘 안 들이고 날개를 폈다.
그리고 어두운 밤하늘로 떠올랐다. 갈매기 떼는 150미터 상공에서 목청껏 큰소리로 외치는 그의 목소리에 잠을 깼다.
"날 수 있다! 어이! 나는 하늘을 날 수 있다!"

3.28 By sunrise there were nearly a thousand birds standing outside the circle of students, looking curiously at Maynard. They didn't care whether they were seen or not, and they listened, trying to understand Jonathan Seagull.

해가 뜰 무렵에는 거의 1천 마리의 새들이, 조나단의 생도들이 둘러선 바깥쪽에 서서 메이나드를 신기한 듯 바라보고 있었다.
그들은 이제 동료들이 자기를 보든 말든 개의치 않고, 조나단의 말을 이해하려고 귀를 기울였다.

3.29 He spoke of very simple things - that it is right for a guil to fly, that freedom is the very nature of his being, that whatever stands against that freedom must be set aside, be it ritual or superstition or limitation in any form.

그는 아주 단순한 것을 말했다. 즉 갈매기에게 있어서 나는 것은 정당한 일이고, 자유는 갈매기의 본성 그 자체이며, 그 자유를 방해하는 것은 의식이든 미신이든, 또 어떤 형태의 제약이든 파기해야 한다고.

3.30 "Set aside," came a voice from the multitude, "even if it be the Law of the Flock?" "The only true law is that which leads to freedom," Jonathan said. "There is no other." "How do you expect us to fly as you fly?" came another voice. "You are special and gifted and divine, above other birds."

"파기해도 됩니까?"하고 군중 속에서 어떤 목소리가 말했다.
"그것이 비록 갈매기 집단의 법률일지라도?"
"진정한 법률이라는 것은 자유에로 인도해 주는 것뿐이야."
조나단이 말했다. "그 이외의 법률은 없어." "어떻게 당신은 우리도 당신처럼 날 수 있다고 생각합니까?"
다른 목소리가 말했다.
"당신은 다른 새와는 바탕이 달라요. 특이하고 재능 있고, 신성한 갈매기가 아닙니까."

3.31 "Look at Fletcher! Lowell! Charles-Roland! Judy Lee! Are they also special and gifted and divine? No more than you are, no more than I am. The only difference, the very only one, is that they have begun to understand what they really are and have begun to practice it."

"플레처를 보시오! 로웰을! 찰스 폴랜드를! 주디 리를 보시오! 그들도 모두 특이하고 재능 있는 갈매기인가요? 당신들과 같아요. 나와도 같아요. 한 가지 다른 점은, 그들은 진정한 자기라는 것을 이해하기 시작했으며, 그것을 위해 연습을 이미 시작하고 있다는 것 뿐이요."

3.32 His students, save Fletcher, shifted uneasily. They hadn't realized that this was what they were doing. The crowd grew larger every day, coming to question, to idolize, to scorn.

플레처 이외의 생도들은 불안스레 몸을 움직였다. 그들은 자기들이 하고 있는 일이 그런 것이라고는 깨닫지 못하고 있었기 때문이다.
모여드는 갈매기의 수는 매일같이 늘어났다. 질문을 하려 오는 자도 있고, 도망하여 찾아오는 자도 또 비웃으러 오는 자도 있었다.

3.33 "They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself," Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, "then you are a thousand years ahead of your time." Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood, he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. "What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?"

"갈매기 떼 사이에는 당신이 '위대한 갈매기'의 아들이 아니냐는 소문이 돌고 있어요."
어느 날 아침 상급 스피드 연습을 끝낸 다음, 플레처가 조나단에게 말했다.
"만약 그렇지 않다면 당신은 1천 년이나 앞선 갈매기라는 거예요."
조나단은 한숨을 쉬었다.
오해받는다는 것이 이런 것이라고 그는 생각했다.
'소문이라는 것은 누구를 악마로 만들거나 신으로 받들거나 둘 중의 하나지.'
"너는 어떻게 생각해, 플레처. 우리는 시대보다 1천 년이나 앞선 갈매기일까?"

3.34 A long silence. "Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anybody who wanted to discover it; that's got nothing to do with time. We're ahead of the fashion, maybe, Ahead of the way that most gulls fly."

긴 침묵이 흘렀다.
"글쎄요. 이런 비행법은 그것을 발견하려고 하는 새라면, 누구나 언제든지 여기서 배울 수 있는 게 아니예요? 그런 시대와는 아무 관계도 없어요. 유행을 앞지르고 있다고 할 수 있겠지만. 대부분의 갈매기들의 나는 법보다 앞서 있으니까요."

3.35 "That's something," Jonathan said rolling to glide inverted for a while. "That's not half as bad as being ahead of our time."

"그런 거겠지"
조나단은 횡전하고, 한참 동안 배면 활공을 계속 하면서 말했다.
"그 편이 시대에 앞서 있다는 말을 듣기보다 훨씬 낫군"

3.36 It happened just a week later. Fletcher was demonstrating the elements of high-speed flying to a class of new students. He had just pulled out of his dive from seven thousand feet, a long gray streak firing a few inches above the beach, when a young bird on its first flight glided directly into his path, calling for its mother. With a tenth of a second to avoid the youngster, Fletcher Lynd Seagull snapped hard to the left, at something over two hundred miles per hour, into a cliff of solid granite.

3.37 It was, for him, as though the rock were a giant hard door into another world. A burst of fear and shock and black as he hit, and then he was adrift in a strange strange sky, forgetting, remembering, forgetting; afraid and sad and sorry, terribly sorry.

그에게 있어, 그 바위는 다른 세계로 통하는 거대하고 견고한 문 같은 것이었다.
격돌하는 순간 공포와 충격과 암흑이 작렬하더니 이윽고 그는 본 일도 없는 기이한 하늘을 표류하고 있었다. 의식을 잃었다가 퍼뜩 제정신으로 돌아왔다가, 또 의식을 잃었다가 하면서. 불안하고 슬프고 분했다. 몹시 분했다.

3.38 The voice came to him as it had in the first day that he had met Jonathan Livingston Seagull, "The trick Fletcher is that we are trying to overcome our limitations in order, patiently, We don't tackle flying through rock until a little later in the program." "Jonathan!". "Also known as the Son of the Great Gull " his instructor said dryly,

이윽고 한 목소리가 들려 왔다.그것은 그가 조나단 리빙스턴을 처음 만난 날 들은 목소리였다."중요한 일이야. 플레처, 우리가 순서를 따라 참을성 있게 우리의 한계를 극복하려고 노력하는 일은 말야. 바위를 관통하는 비행법과 같은 일은 좀더 과정이 지난 후에 하면 어때?""조나단!" "또 하나의 이름은 '위대한 갈매기'의 아들인가." 조나단은 말했다.

3.39 "What are you doing here? The cliff! Haven't I didn't I.., die?" "Oh, Fletch, come on. Think. If you are talking to me now, then obviously you didn't die, did you? What you did manage to do was to change your level of consciousness rather abruptly. It's your choice now. You can stay here and learn on this level - which is quite a bit higher than the one you left, by the way - or you can go back and keep working with the Flock. The Elders were hoping for some kind of disaster, but they're startled that you obliged them so well."

"이런 데서 무얼 하고 계세요? 벼랑! 나.... 나는..... 죽어 버리지 않았나요?"
"아, 플레처, 자, 생각해 봐. 지금 네가 내게 말하고 있으니 틀림없이 너는 살아 있는 거야, 그렇지? 네가 어떻게든 해낸 일은 자신의 의식 수준을 아주 급격하게 변화시키는 방법이었던 거야. 자, 이제부터 너는 어느 한쪽을 선택하지 않으면 안 돼. 여기 머물러 이 수준에서 배워도 좋고, 또 처음 장소로 돌아가서 갈매기 떼를 상대해도 좋아. 덧붙여 말해 두지만, 여기는 네가 떠나 온 곳보다 훨씬 높은 장소야. 연장자들은 어떤 큰 불행이 일어났으면 하고 바라고 있는데, 네가 그들을 위해 이렇게 고마운 일을 해주어서 그들은 놀라고 있어."

3.40 "I want to go back to the Flock, of course. I've barely begun with the new group!" "Very well, Fletcher. Remember what we were saying about one's body being nothing more than thought itself....?"

"물론, 나는 갈매기 떼한테 돌아가고 싶어요. 신입생 그룹의 수업을 막 시작했을 뿐이니까요."
"좋아, 플레처. 기억하고 있나? 우리의 육체는 생각 그 자체이며, 그 이외의 아무것도 아니라는 것을. 우리는 그에 대해 함께 얘기하곤 했잖아."

3.41 Fletcher shook his head and stretched his wings and opened his eyes at the base of the cliff, in the center of the whole Flock assembled. There was a great clamor of squawks and screes from the crowd when first he moved.

3.42 "He lives! He that was dead lives!" "Touched him with a wingtip! Brought him to life! The Son of the Great Gull!" "No! He denies it! He's a devil! DEVIL! Come to break the Flock!"

"그가 살았다! 죽었던 그가 살았다!"
"날개 끝으로 건드렸어! 그를 살려냈어! 그는 '위대한 갈매기'의 아들이야!"
"아냐! 그 자신이 아니라고 말했어! 그는 악마야! 악마야! 우리 떼를 파멸시키러 온 거야!"

3.43 There were four thousand gulls in the crowd, frightened at what had happened, and the cry DEVIL! went through them like the wind of an ocean storm. Eyes glazed, beaks sharp, they closed in to destroy. "Would you feel better if we left, Fletcher?" asked Jonathan. "I certainly wouldn't object too much if we did..." Instantly they stood together a half-mile away, and the flashing beaks of the mob closed on empty air.

4천 마리의 갈매기가 모여 있었다.
눈앞에서 일어난 사건에 놀라 "악마!"라고 부르짖는 소리가 바다의 폭풍처럼 군중 속을 뚫고 지나갔다. 그들은 눈을 번쩍이고, 날카로운 부리를 곤두세우며, 조나단과 플레처를 죽이려고 주위에서 모여들었다.
"이 자리를 떠나는 편이 기분이 좋을 듯한데, 플레처, 어때?"
조나단이 물었다.
"네, 그래도 그리 나쁘진 않을 것 같아요..."
순간 그들은 꽤 멀리 떨어진 곳에 서 있었다.
모여든 폭도들의 무리는 헛되이 공중에 번쩍일 뿐이었다.

3.44 "Why is it," Jonathan puzzled, "that the hardest thing in the world is to convince a bird that he is free, and that he can prove it for himself if he'd just spend a little time practicing? Why should that be so hard?"

"왜 그럴까?"하고 조나단은 의아해했다.
"한 마리의 새에게 그가 자유롭고, 조금만 시간을 들여 연습하면 제힘으로 그걸 실시할 수 있다는 걸 납득시키는 일이 이 세상에서 가장 어렵다니, 이런 일이 왜 그처럼 어려운 것일까?"

3.45 Fletcher still blinked from the change of scene. "What did you just do? How did we get here?" "You did say you wanted to be out of the mob, didn't you?" "Yes! But how did you..." "Like everything else, Fletcher. Practice." By morning the Flock had forgotten its insanity, but Fletcher had not. "Jonathan, remember what you said a long time ago, about loving the Flock enough to return to it and help it learn?" "Sure."

플레처는 별안간 자기가 서 있는 장소가 일변한 데 대해 놀라며 아직도 눈을 깜빡거리고 있었다.
"대체 당신은 무얼 하셨어요? 어떻게 우리는 여기에 왔지요?"
"너는 그 폭도들로부터 도망가자고 말하지 않았다?"
"네, 하지만 어떻게 당신은...."
"다른 일과 모두 똑같아, 플레처, 연습해." 날이 밝을 무렵에, 갈매기 떼는 자신들의 미친 듯한 행위를 잊어버리고 있었다.
그러나 플레처는 그렇지 않았다.
"조나단, 당신은 오래 전에 스스로 말씀하신 걸 기억하고 계세요? 당신은 갈매기 떼에게 돌아가 그들의 학습을 도와주는 일이야말로 그들을 사랑하는 일이라고 말씀하셨죠?"
"물론 기억하고 있지?"

3.46 "I don't understand how you manage to love a mob of birds that has just tried to kill you." "Oh, Fletch, you don't love that! You don't love hatred and evil, of course. You have to practice and see the real gull, the good in every one of them, and to help them see it in themselves. That's what I mean by love. It's fun, when you get the knack of it.

"하마터면 자신을 죽였을 만큼 폭도화한 새들을 어떻게 사랑할 수 있는지, 나는 이해할 수가 없군요."
"플레처, 너는 그런 게 싫겠지! 그건 당연해, 증오나 악의를 사랑할 수 없는 것은. 너는 스스로를 단련하고, 그리고 갈매기의 본래의 모습, 즉 그들 모두 속에 있는 좋은 것을 발견하도록 힘쓰지 않으면 안 돼. 그들이 자기 자신을 발견하도록 도와야해. 내가 말하는 사랑이란 그런 거야. 그 점을 터득하기만 하면, 그건 그것대로 즐거운 일이야.

3.47 "I remember a fierce young bird for instance, Fletcher Lynd Seagull, his name. Just been made Outcast, ready to fight the Flock to the death, getting a start on building his own bitter hell out on the Far Cliffs. And here he is today building his own heaven instead, and leading the whole Flock in that direction."

나는 거칠고 젊은 갈매기를 기억하고 있어. 이름은 그렇지, 가령 플레처 린드래도 좋아. 추방당해서 죽도록 싸울 각오로 '먼 벼랑'에 자신의 괴로운 지옥을 세우려 했었지. 그게 지금 여기서는 어떤가, 지옥 대신 자신의 천국을 만들어 가고 있고 그 방향으로 갈매기 떼를 인도하고 있잖아."

3.48 Fletcher turned to his instructor, and there was a moment of fright in his eye. "Me leading? What do you mean, me leading? You're the instructor here. You couldn't leave!" "Couldn't I? Don't you think that there might be other flocks, other Fletchers, that need an instructor more than this one, that's on its way toward the light?"

플레처는 조나단 쪽으로 얼굴을 돌렸다. 그의 눈에 손간 두려움의 빛이 스쳐갔다.
"내가 인도하고 있다고요? 그건 무슨 뜻이죠? 내가 인도해 가고 있다는 건? 이곳의 교사는 당신이에요. 당신은 여기서 떠나시면 안 됩니다!"
"정말 그럴까? 이 밖에도 갈매기 떼가, 또 다른 플레처들이 있을지도 모른다고 너는 생각하지 않나? 이미 빛을 찾아 날기 시작하고 있는 이 갈매기 떼보다 더 교사를 필요로 하는 갈매기 떼나 플레처가 있다고는?"

3.49 "Me? Jon, I'm just a plain seagull and you're... " " ...the only Son of the Great Gull, I suppose?" Jonathan sighed and looked out to sea. "You don't need me any longer. You need to keep finding yourself, a little more each day, that real, unlimited Fletcher Seagull. He's your in structor. You need to understand him and to practice him."

"존, 당신은 나더러 그 역할을 하라는 겁니까? 나는 그저 평범한 갈매기일 뿐이예요. 당신은..."
"'위대한 갈매기'의 외아들인가?"
조나단은 한숨을 쉬고, 바다 쪽으로 눈을 돌렸다.
"이미 네게는 내가 필요하지 않아. 네게 필요한 것은 매일 조금씩 자기가 진정하고 무한한 플레처임을 발견해 가는 일이야. 그 플레처가 네 교사야. 네게 필요한 것은 그 스승의 말을 이해하고, 그가 명하는 바를 행하는 일이야."

3.50 A moment later Jonathan's body wavered in the air, shimmering, and began to go transparent. "Don't let them spread silly rumors about me, or make me a god. O.K., Fletch? I'm a seagull. I like to fly, maybe..." "JONATHAN!" "Poor Fletch. Don't believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you'll see the way to fly."

순간 조나단의 몸은 공중으로 떠올라 희미하게 빛나기 시작하더니 점차 투명해져 갔다.
"그들에게 나에 관해 어리석은 소문을 퍼뜨리거나, 나를 신처럼 받들게 하지 말아 주게. 알겠나, 플레처? 나는 갈매기야. 나는 그저 나는 것을 좋아할 뿐이야. 아마...."
"조나단!" "알겠지, 플레처. 너의 눈이 가르쳐 주는 것을 믿어서는 안 돼. 눈에 보이는 것은 모두 허위야. 너의 마음의 눈으로 보는 거야. 이미 자기가 알고 있는 것을 찾아야 해. 그러면 어떻게 나는지를 발견할 수 있을거야."

3.51 The shimmering stopped. Jonathan Seagull had vanished into empty air. After a time, Fletcher Gull dragged himself into the sky and faced a brand-new group of students, eager for their first lesson. "To begin with " he said heavily, "you've got to understand that a seagull is an unlimited idea of freedom, an image of the Great Gull, and your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip, is nothing more than your thought itself.

반짝이던 빛이 멎었다. 그리고 조나단은 홀연히 허공으로 사라졌다. 얼마 후, 플레처는 무거운 마음으로 겨우 하늘로 올라가서 최초의 수업을 갈망하고 있는 신입생 표시를 단 생도들의 그룹과 대면했다.
"무엇보다도 먼저..." 그는 무겁게 말했다. "갈매기란 자유라는 무한한 사상이며, 또 말하자면 '위대한 갈매기'의 화신으로서 몸 전체가 날개 끝에서 끝까지 너희들이 그것이라고 생각하는 것 이외의 아무것도 아니라는 것을 이해하지 않으면 안 돼."

3.52 The young gulls looked at him quizzically. Hey, man, they thought, this doesn't sound like a rule for a loop. Fletcher sighed and started over. "Hm. Ah... very well," he said, and eyed them critically. "Let's begin with Level Flight." And saying that, he understood all at once that his friend had quite honestly been no more divine than Fletcher himself.

젊은 갈매기들은 멍하니 그를 바라보았다.
'아니 아무래도 이건 공중 회전의 법칙과는 좀 다른 것 같은데'하고 그들은 생각했다.
플레처는 한숨짓고 다시 한번 되풀이했다. "음, 아...좋아." 그는 그렇게 말하고, 그들의 능력을 재어 보는 듯한 눈으로 생도들을 바라보았다. "그럼 수평 비행부터 시작하자."
그렇게 말했을 때, 그는 곧 그 벗이 지금의 자신과 마찬가지로 바로 성자같은 것이 아니었음을 깨달았다.

3.53 No limits, Jonathan? he thought. Well, then, the time's not distant when I'm going to appear out of thin air on your beach, and show you a thing or two about flying!

'무한하죠, 조나단?' 그는 마음속으로 중얼거렸다. 그래, 그렇다면 내가 언제든 훌쩍 당신 쪽의 해변에 모습을 나타내어 어떤 새로운 비행법이라도 피력할 날이 그리 멀지 않았군요!

3.54 And though he tried to look properly severe for his students, Fletcher Seagull suddenly saw them all as they really were, just for a moment, and he more than liked, he loved what he saw. No limits, Jonathan? he thought, and he smiled. His race to learn had begun.

플레처는 자기의 생도들에게 엄격한 교사로 보여지게 행동하려 했지만, 그는 별안간, 한순간일망정 생도들 모두의 본래의 모습을 보았다. 그리고 그는 자기가 꿰뚫어 본 진정한 그들의 모습에 호의 정도가 아닌 사랑마저 느꼈다. 무한하죠, 조나단, 그렇죠? 그는 생각했다. 그리고 미소지었다. 완전한 것에의 그의 걸음은 이미 시작되고 있었던 것이다. "

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