“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
“Travelers are always discoverers, especially those who travel by air. There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.” MenWayShowsBreakAirSeaSkyFlyingFlightAviationAirplaneTravelerGreat AviationUnchartedSignpostsAirplanes And FlyingUncharted Waters Book:NORTH TO THE ORIENT Source: NORTH TO THE ORIENT