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“Creating any horizon possible. The brain inventing phantom turns.”
While I was reading the novel ‘TransAtlantic’, one of the characters talks about the effects of flying an early era plane has on pilots such as themselves. He mentions several points such as the physical strain that is exerted on his body while keeping the plane steady as well as the effect of no visual reference and how it affects the mind. What particularly stands out to me is how the author mentioned the mind can and will create false scenarios during flight such as making the pilot believe he is turning when he is not. That is the quote: “Creating any horizon possible. The brain inventing phantom turns” (McCann29).
To me, this indicates the perception of the human mind as well as our own hardheadedness to make sense out of totally nonsensical concept. The lack of visual reference to a horizon which could point the way of up and down at this part of the novel are causing the characters within the novel to question which way is up and which way is down as this quote suggests: “The pro...
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