But the power in this case is real indeed. You doubt the mystery and power of these aircraft and their markings? They are aeons old and yet they still operate!” 	“You’ve seen them fly? Where do they go? I am wondering if there is a city we can reach.” 	“Before you woke from your coffin, they flew indeed. Turning and turning in the widening gyre. What does that suggest?” 	“Um. Some rough beast is slouching toward Bethlehem waiting to be born, maybe?” 	“No doubt the spirit of prophecy escapes your lips! It must be prophecy because I cannot grok what you are saying.” 	“Sorry. Won’t happen again. It suggests a search pattern.
John C. Wright, The Judge of Ages
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