Francis Scott Fitzgerald. The last tycoon (№ 301547)

Its location in the suburbs, with its gloomy silence is akin to airports, in my opinion, one of the post stations of the era of the stagecoach. Our red-brick stations were built right into the towns, and got away with trains there is only the residents of the backwoods. Airports in history like oases, like the stops on the great caravan routes.