I find it very hard to be fair-minded br About people who go around being air-minded. br I just can't see any fun br In soaring up up up into the sun br When the chances are still a fresh cool orchid to a paper geranium br That you'll unsoar down down down onto your (to you) invaluable br cranium. br I know the constant refrain br About how safer up in God's trafficless heaven than in an automobile br or a train br But ... br My God, have you ever taken a good look at a strut? br Then that one about how you're in Boston before you can say antidis- br establishmentarianism br So that preferring to take five hours by rail is a pernicious example of br antiquarianism. br At least when I get on the Boston train I have a good chance of landing br in the South Station br And not in that part of the daily press which is reserved for victims of br aviation. br Then, despite the assurance that aeroplanes are terribly comfortable I br notice that when you are railroading or automobiling br You don't have to take a paper bag along just in case of a funny feeling. br It seems to me that no kind of depravity br Brings such speedy retribution as ignoring the law of gravity. br Therefore nobody could possibly indict me for perjury br When I swear that I wish the Wright brothers had gone in for silver br fox farming or tree surgery.