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29 Puritan in Flight He gazed at the Arctic below from his window seat, which made him think of the cotton throws that sinners used to cover the arms of pulpits and chairs. How weary he’d grown in his own time, so half at home in the hum of planes. Better tosufferthepainofskin onoakthanblindfoldanelbow withantimacassars. It kept him aloft, this perfect thought, as he gazed at the arm of the Arctic chair and leaned on it in the atmosphere, brushed off the snow with a whisk of mind until the ice appeared and he slept for a while inside the sky with great unknowing. deNiord text-2.indd 29 11/10/10 10:40 AM ...

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