“whhheeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! The scream of jet engines rises to a crescendo on the runways of the world. Every second, somewhere or other, a plane touches down, with a puff of smoke from scorched tyre rubber, or rises in the air, leaving a smear of black fumes dissolving in its wake. From space, the earth might look to a fanciful eye like a huge carousel, with planes instead of horses spinning round its circumference, up and down, up and down. Whhheeeeeeeeeee!” WorldLooksMightEyeEarthBlackSpaceAirHugeHorseLeavingRoundsFlightSmokePlanesAviationEnginesScreamUp And DownSpinningJetRubberEvery SecondGreat AviationPuffRunwayDissolvingCrescendoCarouselsTyresJet Engines Book:Small world: an academic romance Source: Small world: an academic romance
“Language is the net that holds thought trapped within a particular culture. But if one could only strike the ball with sufficient force, with perfect timing, it would perhaps break through the netting, continue on its course, never fall to earth, but go into orbit around the world.” IfsWorldEarthFallCultureCoursesLanguageForcePerfectBreakParticularBallsStrikesAround The WorldSufficientTrappedTimingBreak ThroughOrbitPerfect Timing Book:The Campus Trilogy: Changing Places; Small World; Nice Work Source: The Campus Trilogy: Changing Places; Small World; Nice Work
