This is a story ( from 1910 to post Second World War ) of the vast unpredictable adventure of flying during one man's life - span - hair - raising, ludicrous, terrifying and at times very moving. Characteristic Book cover finish Hardcover ( rounded spine binding ) Special features Dust jacket, Dedicated copy Condition Old, like new Number of pages 282 Published date 1976 Languages English Size 14 x 22 x 3 cm Author Spencer Dunmore Editor PETER DAVIES Description PROLOGUE I am ancient. A relic. Rheumy of eye and wobby of limb, I observe the steady deterioration of the untidy bundle of pipes and bones, muscles and tissue that is me. I suffer from no specific ailment, simply a general wearing - down of everything. There can't be a great deal of time left. Does the knowledge sadden me or frighten me ? I don't think so. I believe I can truthfully claim to accept the inevitability of my years with a certain tranquillity ; even at times with some impatience. My memory works better than anything else. Admittedly, I have been known to mix up my decades ; occasionally, I have even managed to confuse my world wars. In the main, however, I remember it all with remarkable clarity. I have discovered an intense pleasure in memory. The human animal in decline seems to nourish itself on retrospection in much the same way that it fed on hope and ambition ( and lust, I suppose ) in its younger days. I am ninety. ( ... )
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