He's only 600 miles from Paris. He speeds on. Time is no longer endless, or the horizon destitute of hope. The strain of take-off, storm and ocean lies behind. There'll be no second night above the clouds, no more grappling with misty walls of ice.
Life is real.
It was always real. My mind is able to command, and my body follows out its orders with precision. And six hours later he achieved his destiny. A condensation will appear in the October Reader's Digest. It is being published this week in Canada and England.