Cycle of Cliches
He was telling it to Nisim, when he was a tenth grader.
“Now that Icarus is out of the dungeons of Crete, has got wings, and as being a winged human is a rarity, he wants to soak in as much of life as he can offer. And so what does he do? He flaps his wings with all his might and soars high up in the air. Up, up, up he goes, while his father, poor Daedalus keeps cautioning him to fly neither too near the sun nor too close to the waves of the sea. But does Icarus listen? No, he doesn’t. High up in the free and open skies, there he is, now floating like an eagle, his wings outstretched, his face bathing in the morning sun. Being a winged human is indeed a rarity, isn’t it?”