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We wished to keep these things and to study them, but we had no place to hide them. So we carried them to the City Cesspool. And then we made the discovery. WE WISHED TO KEEP THESE THINGS AND TO STUDY THEM BUT WE HAD NO PLACE TO HIDE THEM SO WE CARRIED THEM TO THE CITY CESSPOOL AND THEN WE MADE THE DISCOVERY
e sent to the Home of the Useless, where the Old Ones live. The Old Ones do not work, for the State takes care of them. They sit in the sun in summer and they sit by the fire in winter. They do not speak often, for they are weary. The Old Ones know that they are soon to die. When a miracle happens and some live to be forty-five, they are the Ancient Ones, and the children stare at them when passing by the Home of the Useless. Such is to be our life, as that of all our brothers and of the brothers who came before us. Such would have been our life, had we not committed our crime which changed all things for us. And it was our curse which drove us to our crime. We had been a good Street Sweeper and like all our brother Street Sweepers, save for our cursed wish to know. We looked too long at the stars at night, and at the trees and the earth. And when we cleaned the yard of the Home of the Scholars, we gathered the glass vials, the pieces of metal, the dried bones which they had discarded. T AT FORTY THEY'RE SENT TO THE HOME OF THE USELESS WHERE THE OLD ONES LIVE THE OLD ONES DO NOT WORK FOR THE STATE TAKES CARE OF THEM THEY SIT IN THE SUN AND SUMMER AND THEY SIT BY THE FIRE IN WINTER THEY DO NOT SPEAK OFTEN FOR THEY ARE WEARY THE OLD ONES KNOW THAT THEY ARE SOON TO DIE WHEN A MIRACLE HAPPENS AND SOME ONE LIVES TO BE FORTY FIVE THEY ARE THE ANCIENT ONES AND CHILDREN STARE AT THEM WHEN PASSING BY THE HOME OF THE USELESS SUCH IS TO BE OUR LIFE AS THAT OF ALL OUR BROTHERS AND OF THE BROTHERS WHO CAME BEFORE US SUCH WOULD HAVE BEEN OUR LIFE HAD WE NOT COMMITTED OUR CRIME WHICH HAS CHANGED ALL THINGS FOR US AND IT WAS OUR CURSE WHICH DROVE US TO OUR CRIME WE HAD BEEN A GOOD STREET SWEEPER AND LIKE ALL OUR BROTHERS STREET SWEEPERS SAVE FOR OUR CURSED WISH TO KNOW WE LOOKED TOO LONG AT THE STARS AT NIGHT AND AT THE TREES AND THE EARTH AND WHEN WE CLEANED THE YARD OF THE HOME OF THE SCHOLARS WE GATHERED THE GLASS VIALS THE PIECES OF METAL THE DRIED BONES WHICH THEY HAD DISCARDED
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