On Wings like Eagles

Taking advantage of the still high interest in flying, I ordered some books from the library that arrived yesterday. Today we spent several hours enjoying the experiments on lift, thrust and drag in Seymour Simon's The Paper Airplane Book. This fascinating book held even Rose's interest (she appreciates aviation about as much as her mother does). Who knew a science book could be so much fun to read?

On a literary note, Edison has fallen in love with Tennyson. I have always loved Alfred Lord Tennyson's The Eagle for its imagery, now I love it for the way Edison's eyes get bigger and bigger as he describes the majestic bird, and then flash at the word "thunderbolt."

The Eagle
by Alfred Lord Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun on lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watched from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.