他跑到了旧的中途的心中，那里的体重猜测者，命运者和跳舞吉普赛人曾经工作过。他放下下巴，像滑翔机一样伸出手臂，每几步都会跳下来，孩子们的方式，希望跑步会飞向飞行。对于那个白发的维护工人来说，这似乎是荒谬的，就像飞机一样。但是，无论他多大年龄，跑步的男孩都在每个男人的内心。
(He ran down the heart of the old midway, where the weight guessers, fortune-tellers, and dancing gypsies had once worked. He lowered his chin and held his arms out like a glider, and every few steps he would jump, the way children do, hoping running will turn to flying. It might have seemed ridiculous to anyone watching, this white-haired maintenaance worker, all alone, making like an airplane. But the running boy is inside every man, no matter how old he gets.)