That, Sir, is a beautifully put expression of the ineffable side of pursuing a cause or upholding a principle that cannot be realised without engagement and rarely imparted to the disinterested. Paul Garber used to get a long ladder for Charles Lindbergh to climb up into The Spirit of St Louis after closing time. He would sit up there for an hour at a time, thinking who know's what?
fantome, I love your style.
This may come as a bit of a shock, but I am not a "sir." I am a woman who has always been fascinated by aviation, and have penned a few stories related to flight.
When you wrote about Lindbergh sitting in The Spirit of St. Louis
thinking who know's what, do you know where I do a lot of my writing? I take my laptop and lock myself into that DC-3 which was once known as "The Spirit of Skena." The Skena will never fly again - her wing spars are shot - but it is where my words find their lift.
Thank-you so much for your erudition, interest, and understanding.