The one problem was that it didn’t fly. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. The wall of St. A small brickbat was thrown, which struck Jonathan in the face.
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