There is already enough chattering nonsense on the ground. Do we really need aviaries in pressurised tin cans at 30,000 feet as well ?

He didn’t like to fly–the noise and vibration gave him a headache–but, as with anything new, he was excited by the strangeness of it. The disjuncture intrigued him: stepping through a door in one place,...

In the airport, luggage-laden people rush hither and yon through endless corridors, like souls to each of whom the devil has furnished a different, inaccurate map of the escape route from hell.