As they advanced (towards the fountain) one after another of Bastian’s Fastastican gifts fell away from him. The strong, handsome, fearless hero became the small, fat, timid boy. (…) But then he jumped into the crystal-clear water… He drank till his thrist was quenched. And joy filled him from head to foot, the joy of living and the joy of being himself. He was new born. And the best part of it was that he was now the very person he wanted to be. If he had been free to choose, he would have chosen to be no one else.
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