I loved flying. I couldn’t describe the feeling it gave me, I only knew I felt proud and happy. In the air, way up, I felt that I was part of something very great and very beautiful. I didn’t know what it was all about, I only knew that I wasn’t alone any more, by myself as I was, two thousand feet up, but that I belonged. I can’t help it if it sounds silly. When I was flying above the clouds and they were like an enormous flock of sheep below me I felt that I was at home with infinitude.
— Larry in The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham