“Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell, Holly advised him. That was Docs mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you cant give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until theyre strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. Thats how youll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. Youll end up looking at the sky. Shes drunk, Joe Bell informed me. Moderately, Holly confessed....Holly lifted her martini. Lets wish the Doc luck, too, she said, touching her glass against mine. Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- its better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.”
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