Never before had he remained so long in flight, wherefore he had never attained so completely that birdlike feeling of mastery in the air.

Falling seemed impossible; as easily could his senses have visualized falling through the earth in the old days of crawling.

There was no earth.

There was only a sliding relief map far below to guide him in his triumphant flight.

Tucson, the Rolling R--they were clouds that hovered far back on the horizon of his mind.
Mary V was a dim vision that came and went but never quite took definite form.