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Nobody much is any more," he said. "There used to be a lot of tourists and diamond hunters. I guess they do something else now."He checked his line. "Well, no," he said. "There was a new one, way back in my grandpa's time, but it went to the mainland. It was a woman. I guess there's an old one in the village." He nodded towards the inland. "Mother saw it once."
"If you could, would you like to live a long time?"
"Sure!" he said, with as much enthusiasm as a Yendian is capable of. "You know."
"But you don't want to be immortal. You wear the fly gauze."
"But I read in a book that there are people here who live very, very long lives—who actually don't die."
"Yes," he said, placidly.
"Are there any immortal people in town?