The Woman: Why do we have to keep flying in this awful fog? It’s perfectly terrible!
Pilot: There’s no way of avoiding it.
The Woman: That’s a perfectly silly thing to say. When you sail right into a fog and stay in it for hours I should think you’d admit you’d made a mistake and not drive calmly on, pretending it was necessary.
Pilot: We’ve flown way up in the air to get out of it and we’ve flown close to the ocean to escape it, but it’s no use.
The Woman: I’ll bet if you’d turn a sharp right you’d get out of it in no time. I told you to take a sharp right five hours ago.
Pilot: We can’t take any sharp right turns and reach Europe, my dear.
The Woman: How do you know without trying?
* * *
(Fifteen Hundred Miles Out.)
The Woman: Well, I just know we’re lost and it’s all your fault.