Word: flight
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Folk Hero. Meanwhile, Torrijos dashed back to Panama-after a fashion. After a long, hopscotch flight back from Mexico in a small plane, Torrijos finally landed by the light of torches at a remote airstrip near David, 300 miles west of Panama City. Then came a triumphant, ten-hour ride into the capital in a fleet of rattletrap buses whose entourage of private cars and cheering campesinos grew at every hamlet...
Overwhelming white light was once thought to define the sight of God. The flight to Munich leads to a world of luminous order at the Haus der Kunst: icons from the 13th to the 19th centuries, from Greece, Crete, Czechoslovakia, Rumania, Bulgaria. How can God, whose sight no living man has endured, be representable in a picture? The Orthodox were fundamentalists about that evident problem, but subtle ones: as the impression is to the seal that makes it, as the body to the soul, as the accidental to the essential, they reasoned, so the representation is to the spiritual reality...
...LAST weekend, when I boarded a flight for Philadelphia, I was resigned. The new Eastern terminal had greeted me with its spacious empty comfort. The plane was connected to the terminal by an umbilical apparatus and I didn't even feel the runway wind. I would be inside for an hour. I would sleep for awhile and watch the East Coast the rest of the time...
When I entered the terminal, there were cops all over the place, big Philadelphia cops with black leather jackets like the Panthers, and big nightsticks. I thought for a moment that my man was still on the plane, waiting to spring his trap on the next leg of the flight, down to Houston. Hijacking a plane on its way to Houston made more terrorist sense than hijacking it over New Jersey...
...SIGN in the street said "Mrs. Murray. Card Advisor and Palm Readings." The building was very narrow and very decrepit. After hesitating a moment, I walked in and read the sign: "One flight up to Mrs. Murray." As I climbed the winding stairs, a dark-haired woman, olive-skinned, appeared from a decaying red-carpeted, red-furnished living room. She came out so quickly I was taken aback. Cynically. I wondered how many months, it had been since the last likely mark had wandered...