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The children instinctively
stretched out their arms to it. All faces were lifted towards the
stars, as if a common aspiration at that moment infected the throng, a
universal, though passing desire to be free of the earth, to mount, to
travel, to be lost in the great spaces that encircle terrestrial
things. At the doors of the trattorie the people, who had forsaken
their snails, stood to gaze, many of them holding glasses of white
wine in their hands. The spighe arrosto, the watermelons, were for a
moment forgotten on the stalls of their vendors, who ceased from
shouting to the passers-by. There was a silence in which was almost
audible the human wish for wings. Presently the balloon, caught by
some vagrant current of air, began to travel abruptly, and more
swiftly, sideways, passing over the city towards its centre. At once
the crowd moved in the same direction. Aspiration was gone. A violence
of children took its place, and the instinct to follow where the
blazing toy led. The silence was broken.


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