Aviation Has Struck A Delicately Balanced World,

One Boy's A Boy, Two Boys Are Half A Boy; Three Boys Are No Boy At All.

Possibly Everyone Will Travel By Air In Another Fifty Years. I'm Not Sure I Like The Idea Of Millions Of Planes Flying Around Overhead. I Love The Sky's Unbroken Solitude. I Don't Like To Think Of It Cluttered Up By Aircraft, As Roads Are Cluttered Up By Cars. I Feel Like The Western Pioneer When He Saw Barbed-wire Fence Lines Encroaching On His Open Plains. The Success Of His Venture Brought The End Of The Life He Loved.

I Realized That The Future Of Aviation, To Which I Had Devoted So Much Of My Life, Depended Less On The Perfection Of Aircraft Than On Preserving The Epoch-evolved Environment Of Life, And That This Was True Of All Technological Progress.

I Have Seen The Science I Worshiped, And The Aircraft I Loved, Destroying The Civilization I Expected Them To Serve.

The Readiness To Blame A Dead Pilot For An Accident Is Nauseating, But It Has Been The Tendency Ever Since I Can Remember. What Pilot Has Not Been In Positions Where He Was In Danger And Where Perfect Judgment Would Have Advised Against Going?