This is a remarkable juxtaposition of one of the ungainliest of animals with one of the most graceful of airplanes, isn't it? I like it.
I've never been to Glasgow, though my name is from the Lowlands, but I'd like to visit sometime. (I am, however, an Honorary Glaswegian, so declared by a rather sodden Scots poet at a party oncewho was trying to free me from the clutches and stigma of Edinburgh, where I'd been studying for a time. I can't remember his name, only some of his doggerel: "Jack Spratt could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean, and so betwixt the two of them, they lived on Gorgonzola!")
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