You can’t always get what you want.

They worked on in silence, the hammer falls ringing in the air lulling them into a trance, the simple repetition and pleasantly physical activity leaving the mind to wander freely. Jason watched the sun-boat row its way down the curve of the sky, Tahuti standing firmly at its prow, calling out the strokes of the oars; his hammer fell into the rhythm, each blow bringing the sun closer to the horizon. He had the clear impression that if he stopped swinging the hammer, the sun would not set that day.

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