"They are fine loyal brutes, with no wash of ideas in their heads--such as our rabble has.

The Council should have had them as police of the ways, and things might have been different.

Of course, there is nothing to fear except rioting and wreckage.

You can manage your own wings now, and you can soar away to Capri if there is any smoke or fuss.

We have the pull of all the great things; the aeronauts are privileged and rich, the closest trades union in the world, and so are the engineers of the wind-vanes.