I was on edge. We're all going to die . The ants on the ground looked like people. A plane takeoff is fun, though. The plane coasts along, rolling over the concrete with an awesome grace, gradually picking up speed, faster and faster, picking up speed, until the pilot finds another runway and slows down.
Aisle seats are a drag.
The men's room was right behind me. Elbows would catch me as I dozed off to sleep while reading Brian Aldiss' Breakthrough Planet . We landed at London Airport at 9.55. I picked up Tunnel in the Sky and two books by Colin Wilson, my favourite mystery writer, but rather scarce in the States. It looked like a good omen.