Claire says
But our own spirit is not something on the loose. Mine isn’t. It has something to do with what I do. To fly. To be free in air. To look from above on the world of all my days. Be where man has never been! Yes -wouldn’t you think the spirit could get the idea? The earth grows smaller. I am leaving. What are they -running around down there? Why do they run around down there? Houses? Houses are funny lines and down-going slants -houses are vanishing slants. I am alone. Can I breathe this rarer air? Shall I go higher? Shall I go too high? I am loose. I am out. But no; man flew, and returned to earth the man who left it.