“And should I not, had I but known, have flung the machine this way and that, once more to feel it live under my hand, have sported in the sky and laughed and sung, knowing that never after should I feel so free, so sure in hazard, so secure, riding the daylight in the pride of youth? No more horizons wider than Hope! No more the franchise of the sky, the freedom of the blue! No more! Farewell to wings! Down to the little earth!” WayFeelsShouldLittlesHandsEarthKnownKnowingSkyYouthPrideMachinesBlueWingsFlightSecureAviationHorizonLaughedRidingShould IFarewellDaylightHazardsEver After Author:Cecil Arthur Lewis
“That distant day had a significance I could not give it then. So we wheeled and came back south towards the city. The Temple of Heaven slipped by underneath, that perfect pattern in its ample park. Then the wide plain ruled to the far horizon. Soon the aerodrome.” GivingHeavenPerfectCitiesSouthPatternsWideFlightParksTemplesAviationSignificanceHorizon Author:Cecil Arthur Lewis
