Now shut the engines off. Come down and flatten out, feel the long float, and at the given moment pull the stick right home. She's down. Now taxi in. Switch off. It's over - but not quite, for the port… — Cecil Arthur Lewis Copy Share Image
And should I not, had I but known, have flung the machine this way and that, once more to feel it live under my hand, have sported in the sky and laughed and sung, knowing that never after should I feel so free, so sure in hazard, so secure, riding the daylight in the pride of youth? No more horizons… — Cecil Arthur Lewis Copy Share
So let us raise a cheer ... for the insatiable spirit of Man eager for all new things! What a tale could have been… — Cecil Arthur Lewis Copy Share Image
Now shut the engines off. Come down and flatten out, feel the long float, and at the given moment pull the stick right home.… — Cecil Arthur Lewis Copy Share Image
That distant day had a significance I could not give it then. So we wheeled and came back south towards the city. The Temple… — Cecil Arthur Lewis Copy Share Image
