Henri Rousseau The Flamingos

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And he pressed the silver spoon against the blade. Will, holding the knife, felt only the slightest resistance as the tip of the spoon's handle fell to the table, cut clean off.
"The other edge," the old man went on, "is more subtle still. With it you can cut an opening out of this world altogether. Try it now—like that. It's not only the knife that has to cut, it's your own mind. You have to think it. So do this: Put your mind out at the very tip of the knife. Concentrate, boy. Focus your mind. Don't think about your wound. It will heal. Think about the knife tip. That is where you are. Now feel with it, very gently. You're looking for a gap so small you could never see it with your eyes, but the knife tip will find it, if you put your mind there. Feel along the air till you sense the smallest little gap in the world…". Do as I say—you are the bearer. You have to know. No one can teach you but me, and I have not much time left. Stand up and listen."Will pushed his chair back and stood, holding the knife loosely. He felt dizzy, sick, rebellious."I don't want—" he began, but Giacomo Paradisi shook his head."Be silent! You don't want—you don't want… you have no choice! Listen to me, because time is short. Now hold the knife out ahead of you