I’m not even one bit as enthusiastic about flying as you. I, too, do it rarely. It fascinated me as a boy — my father would fly out to New York every week on business and I longed to go with him. But now, I hate it — even the flying part, mostly because I hate being shut up in a tube. The best part of a recent flight was flying over my valley and trying to guess where my house was. But beyond that, it was miserable.
Whenever I have to climb on to one of those winged contraptions, I recite to myself that line from the Bad Child’s Book of Beasts (or is it More Beasts for Worse Children)about the Dinotherium: “if you were born to walk the ground, remain there, do not fool around.”
Is that Belloc? Sounds like him. Good advice, I have to admit. I’m not sure why the being shut up in a tube part doesn’t bother me. It’s a little surprising that the height doesn’t, because I’m very afraid of heights. I think it’s because I know it’s physically impossible for me to fall or to go mad and jump.