He launched outward and down, in one magnificent and love-heroic leap.

He knew that he was violating a taboo of life, just as he knew he was violating a taboo if he sprang into Meringe Lagoon where swam the dreadful crocodiles.

Great love is always capable of expressing itself in sacrifice and self-immolation.

And only for love, and for no lesser reason, could Jerry have made the leap.
He struck on his side and head.

The one impact knocked the breath out of him; the other stunned him.