Bookish has the lovely poem from a nineteen year old fighter pilot in World War II Britain, which begins:
'Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings.'
Go read the whole poem - magical, wonderful words, especially if you know your Spitfires and Hurricanes.
You may be surprised as I was to find that 'To fly, the dream of man and flightless bird alike' is not part of it.
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