Then he saw the cathedral of Habana set on its plaza like a rock, spires fencing the blue. Lastly, there appeared the spry figure of Thomas Mann, himself, his eye darkly tagged, shaking a mocking finger at them all.
From the loudspeaker came a premonitory crackle, then the voice of an attendant talking into a microphone. The flight chartered, she made no distinction between passengers staying and passengers flying on. 'Ladies and gentlemen', she began, and warned them to have their visas ready, as well as their addresses. Langley thought it sounded harsh. Then, with a sigh, he remembered the cause.
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