Please extract keywords from this: He began his pullout at a thousand feet, wingtips thudding and blurring in that gigantic wind, the boat and the crowd of gulls tilting and growing meteor-fast, directly in his path. 
 He couldn't stop; he didn't know yet even how to turn at that speed. 
 Collision would be instant death. 
 And so he shut his eyes. 
It happened that morning, then, just after sunrise, that Jonathan Livingston Seagull fired directly through the center of Breakfast Flock, ticking off two hundred twelve miles per hour, eyes closed, in a great roaring shriek of wind and feathers. The Gull of Fortune smiled upon him this once, and no one was killed. 
 By the time he had pulled his beak straight up into the sky he was still scorching along at a hundred and sixty miles per hour. When he had slowed to twenty and stretched his wings again at last, the boat was a crumb on the sea, four thousand feet below. 
 His thought was triumph. Terminal velocity! A seagull two hundred fourteen miles per hour! It was a breakthrough, the greatest single moment in the history of the Flock, and in that moment a new age opened for Jonathan Gull. Flying out to his lonely practice area, folding his wings for a dive from eight thousand feet, he set himself at once to discover how to turn. 
A single wingtip feather, he found, moved a fraction of an inch, gives a smooth sweeping curve at the tremendous speed. Before he learned this, however, he found that moving more than one feather at that speed will spin you like a rifle ball ... and Jonathan had flown the first aerobatics of any seagull on earth. 
 He spared no time that day for talk with other gulls, but flew on past sunset. He discovered the loop, the slow roll, the point roll, the inverted spin, the gull bunt, the pinwheel. 
 When Jonathan Seagull joined the Flock on the beach, it was full night. He was dizzy and terribly tired. Yet in delight he flew a loop to landing, with a snap roll just before touchdown. When they hear of it, he thought, of the Breakthrough, they'll be wild with joy. How much more there is now to living! Instead of our drab slogging forth and back to the fishing boats, there's a reason to life! We can list ourselves out of ignorance, we can find ourselves 
 The years head hummed and glowed with promise. 
 The gulls were flocked into the Council Gathering when he landed, and apparently had been so flocked for sometime. They were, in fact, waiting. 
"Jonathan Livingston Seagull! Stand to Centre!" The Elder's words sounded in a voice of highest ceremony. Stand to Centre meant only great shame or great honor. Stand to Centre for honor was the way the gulls' foremost leaders were marked. Of course, he thought, the Breakfast Flock this morning; they saw the Breakthrough! But I want no honors. I have no wish to be leader. I want only to share what I've found, to show those horizons out ahead for us all. He stepped forward. 
"Jonathan Livingston Seagull," said the Elder, "Stand to Centre for shame in the sight of your fellow gulls!" 
It felt like being hit with a board. His knees went weak, his feathers sagged, there was a roaring in his ears. Centered for shame? Impossible! The Breakthrough! They can't understand! They're wrong, they're wrong! 
"...for his reckless irresponsibly," the solemn voice intoned, "violating the dignity and tradition of the Gull Family..."
 To be centered for shame meant that he would be cast out of gull society, banished to the solitary life on the Far Cliffs. 
"...one day, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, you shall learn that irresponsibly? My brothers!" he cried. "Who is more responsible than a gull who finds and follows a meaning, a higher purpose for life? For a thousand years we have scrabbled after fish heads, but now we have a chance, let me show you what I've found..."
 The Flock might as well have been stone. 
"The Brotherhood is broken," the gulls intoned together, and with one accord they solemnly closed their ears and turned their backs upon him. 
 Jonathan Seagull spent the rest of his days alone, but he flew way out beyond the Far Cliffs. His one sorrow was not solitude, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they refused to open their eyes and see. 
 He learned more each day. He learned that a streamlined high-speed dive could bring him to find the rare and tasty fish that schooled ten feet below the surface of the ocean: he no longer needed fishing boats and stale bread for survival. He learned to sleep in the air, setting a course at night across the offshore wind, covering a hundred miles from sunset to sunrise. With the same inner control, he flew through heavy sea-fogs and climbed above them into dazzling clear skies... in the very times when every other gull stood on the ground, knowing nothing but mist and rain. He learned to ride the high winds far inland, to dine there on delicate insects. 
 What he had once hoped for the Flock, he now gained for himself alone; he learned to fly, and was not sorry for the price that he had paid. Jonathan Seagull discovered that boredom and fear and anger are the reasons that a gull's life is so short, and with these gone from his thought, he lived a long and fine life indeed. 
 They came in the evening, then, and found Jonathan gliding peaceful and alone through his beloved sky. The two gulls that appeared at his wings were pure as starlight, and the glow from them was gentle and friendly in the high night air. But most lovely of all was the skill with which they flew, their wingtips moving a precise and constant inch from his own. 
 Without a word, Jonathan put them to his test, a test that no gull had ever passed. He twisted his wings, slowed to a single mile per hour above stall. The two radiant birds slowed with him, smoothly, locked in position. They knew about slow flying. 
 He folded his wings, rolled, and dropped in a dive to a hundred and ninety miles per hour. They dropped with him, streaking down in flawless formation. 
 At last he turned that speed straight up into a long vertical slow-roll. The rolled with him, smiling. 
 He recovered to level flight and was quiet for a time before he spoke. "Very well," he said, "who are you?" 
"We're from your Flock, Jonathan. We are your brothers." The words were strong and calm. "We've come to take you higher, to take you home." 
"Home I have none. Flock I have none. I am Outcast And we fly now at the peak of the Great Mountain Wind Beyond a few hundred feet, I can lift this old body no higher." 
"But you can, Jonathan. For you have learned. One school is finished, and 
 As it had shined across him all his life, so understanding lighted that moment for Jonathan Seagull. they were right. He could fly higher, and it was time to go home. 
 He gave one last long look across the sky, across that magnificent silver land where he had learned so much. 
"I'm ready," he said at last. 
 And Jonathan Livingston Seagull rose with the two starbright gulls to disappear into a perfect dark sky.
여기에서 키워드를 추출합니다: 그는 천 피트 상공에서 날개 끝이 거대한 바람에 쿵쾅거리며 흔들리기 시작했고, 배와 갈매기 떼는 그의 앞을 향해 엄청나게 빠르게 기울어지고 있었습니다. 
 그는 멈출 수도 없었고, 그 속도로 어떻게 방향을 틀어야 하는지조차 몰랐습니다. 
 충돌은 곧바로 죽음으로 이어졌습니다. 
 그래서 그는 눈을 감았습니다. 
그날 아침, 해가 뜬 직후 조나단 리빙스턴 갈매기가 눈을 감은 채 시속 200마일로 바람과 깃털을 날리며 굉음을 내며 조식 무리의 중심을 정면으로 관통했습니다. 행운의 갈매기는 이 한 번만 미소를 지었고 아무도 죽지 않았습니다. 
 부리를 하늘로 곧추세웠을 때 그는 여전히 시속 160마일로 맹렬히 질주하고 있었습니다. 시속 20마일로 속도를 줄이고 마침내 날개를 다시 펼쳤을 때, 배는 4천 피트 아래 바다 위에 부스러기처럼 가라앉아 있었습니다. 
 그의 생각은 승리였습니다. 종착역 속도! 시속 244마일의 갈매기! 플록 역사상 가장 위대한 한 순간이었고, 그 순간 조나단 걸에게 새로운 시대가 열렸습니다. 외로운 연습장으로 날아가 8천 피트 상공에서 다이빙을 위해 날개를 접은 조나단 걸은 곧바로 선회하는 방법을 알아내기 시작했습니다. 
그는 날개 끝 깃털 하나만 움직여도 엄청난 속도로 부드러운 곡선을 그릴 수 있다는 사실을 발견했습니다. 하지만 이 사실을 알기 전에 깃털을 두 개 이상 움직이면 소총알처럼 회전한다는 사실을 알게 되었고, 조나단은 지구상 갈매기 중 최초로 곡예 비행을 해냈습니다. 
 그날 그는 다른 갈매기들과 대화할 시간을 아끼지 않고 해가 질 무렵 비행을 계속했습니다. 그는 루프, 슬로우 롤, 포인트 롤, 인버티드 스핀, 갈매기 번트, 바람개비를 발견했습니다. 
 조나단 갈매기가 해변의 갈매기 무리에 합류했을 때는 이미 해가 진 밤이었어요. 그는 어지럽고 몹시 피곤했습니다. 하지만 그는 기쁨에 겨워 착륙 직전에 스냅 롤을 하며 한 바퀴를 날아 착륙했습니다. 사람들이 이 소식을 들으면 브레이크스루에 대해 열광할 것이라고 그는 생각했습니다. 이제 얼마나 더 살아야 할까요! 어선으로 돌아가는 지루한 삶 대신에 삶의 이유가 생겼으니까요! 우리는 무지에서 벗어나 자신을 찾을 수 있습니다. 
 세월의 머리는 흥얼거리며 약속으로 빛났다. 
 갈매기들은 그가 도착했을 때 의회 모임으로 몰려들었고, 언젠가부터 그렇게 몰려들었던 것 같았습니다. 사실 그들은 기다리고 있었습니다. 
"조나단 리빙스턴 시걸! 중앙에 서!" 장로의 말은 최고의 예의를 갖춘 목소리로 들렸습니다. 중앙에 서라는 것은 큰 수치나 큰 영광을 의미했습니다. 갈매기들의 최고 지도자에게는 중앙에 서서 명예를 표시하는 방식이었습니다. 물론 그는 오늘 아침 아침 무리가 돌파구를 보았다고 생각했습니다! 하지만 저는 명예를 원하지 않습니다. 리더가 되고 싶은 마음도 없습니다. 단지 제가 발견한 것을 공유하여 우리 모두에게 앞날의 지평을 보여주고 싶을 뿐입니다. 그는 앞으로 나섰습니다. 
"조나단 리빙스턴 갈매기야," 장로가 말했습니다. "동료 갈매기들 앞에서 부끄럽지 않게 중앙으로 서!" 
판자로 얻어맞는 것 같았습니다. 무릎이 약해지고 깃털이 처지고 귀에서 으르렁거리는 소리가 들렸습니다. 수치심 때문에 중심을 잃었다고요? 말도 안 돼요! 돌파구! 그들은 이해할 수 없어! 틀렸어, 틀렸다고! 
"...무모하고 무책임한 행동으로 갈매기 가문의 품위와 전통을 어긴 죄로..." 엄숙한 목소리가 이어졌다.
 수치의 중심에 선다는 것은 갈매기 사회에서 쫓겨나 먼 절벽의 고독한 삶으로 추방된다는 것을 의미했다. 
"...언젠가 조나단 리빙스턴 시걸, 무책임하게도 그걸 배우게 될까? 내 형제들!" 그는 울부짖었습니다. "삶의 의미와 더 높은 목적을 찾아 따르는 갈매기보다 더 책임감 있는 사람이 어디 있겠습니까? 천 년 동안 우리는 물고기 머리를 뒤쫓아 다녔지만, 이제 기회가 왔으니 내가 찾은 것을 보여줄게..."
 무리는 차라리 돌덩어리였을지도 모른다. 
"형제애는 깨졌다." 갈매기들이 한목소리로 중얼거리며 엄숙히 귀를 막고 등을 돌렸다. 
 조나단 갈매기는 남은 여생을 홀로 지내다가 먼 절벽 너머로 날아갔어요. 그의 슬픔은 고독이 아니라 다른 갈매기들이 자신을 기다리는 비행의 영광을 믿지 않고 눈을 뜨고 보길 거부하는 것이었습니다. 
 그는 매일 더 많은 것을 배웠습니다. 그는 간소화된 고속 잠수를 통해 해수면 아래 10피트 아래에서 떼를 지어 다니는 희귀하고 맛있는 물고기를 발견할 수 있다는 사실을 알게 되었고, 더 이상 생존을 위해 어선과 낡은 빵이 필요하지 않다는 것을 알게 되었습니다. 그는 공중에서 잠자는 법을 배웠고, 밤에는 해가 질 무렵부터 해가 뜰 때까지 100마일을 항해하는 항로를 설정했습니다. 다른 갈매기들이 안개와 비밖에 모르고 지상에 머물러 있을 때, 그는 내면의 통제력으로 짙은 바다 안개를 뚫고 그 위로 올라가 눈부시게 맑은 하늘을 날았습니다. 그는 강풍을 타고 멀리 내륙까지 날아가 섬세한 곤충을 잡아먹는 법을 배웠습니다. 
 한때 무리를 위해 바랐던 것을 이제 그는 혼자서 얻었습니다.