4496. But then there are those like Coromo who face the evil
prospect with anger, anger of a hubristic character, anxious to cross the
threshold to the other world full of arguments and reproach.
4497. The aircraft did not descend, but neither did it speed
up, dive, or turn in any direction. The landscape seemed to stay absolutely
still, and it was as if Coromo was in a stationary place up in the middle of
the sky, sitting in a chair and not moving at all.
4498. Perhaps you can recall being in a small plain for the
first time, and the transcendent perfect moment when the craft attains its
altitude, and levels out, and you can perceive no movement, and hardly hear a
sound.
4499. Let us consider that the craft is traveling one hundred
miles an hour through the air. Below one's eye catches a tiny brilliant
triangle of light, which one assumes to be the silver tin roof of a barn.
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