PERSONAL GLIMPSES V
From Reader's Digest

Charles Lindhergh's description of the end of his 1927 solo flight across the Atlantic:
   
   Within the hour I'll land, and strangely enough I'm in no hurry to have it pass. I haven't the slightest desire to sleep. There's not an ache in my body. The night is cool and safe. I want to sit quietly in this cockpit and let the realization of my completed flight sink in. ............... It's like struggling up a mountain after a rare flower, and then, when you have it within arm's reach, realizing that satisfaction and happiness lie more in the finding than the plucking. Plucking and withering are inseparable. .................. I almost wish Paris were a few more hours away. It's a shame to land with the night so clear and so much fuel in my tanks.