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262 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1930
You may stub your toes on other oddities. Such as the handling of an airplane towards the end, which would give any jet pilot hysterics. But flying, in those days, was like that: I can vouch for the fact, with my own pilot’s license which I earned in 1929, which in the sublime confidence of the future which characterized those days authorized me to fly “all types” of aircraft. One day I hope to show it to the captain of a supersonic Concorde and ask if I may play around a bit…
“I hope I never live to see the day when the miserable quibbling hairsplitters have won the earth, and there’s no more black and white, but everything’s just a dreary relative gray, and everyone has a right to his own damned heresies, and it’s more noble to be broadminded about your disgusting neighbors than to push their faces in as a preliminary to yanking them back into the straight and narrow way…”