Airports

Subject:  Airports
Quote:  How alike, Hilary thought to herself, all airports were!  They had a strange anonymity about them.  They were all at some distance from the town or city they served, and in consequence you had a queer, stateless feeling of existing nowhere.  You could fly from London to Madrid, to Rose, to Istanbul, to Cairo, to anywhere you liked and if your journey was a through one by air, you would never have the faintest idea of what any of these cities looked like!  If you caught a glimpse of them from the air, they were only a kind of glorified map, something built with a child’s box of bricks.
            And why, she thought vexedly, looking round her, does one always have to be at these places so much too early?

Character:  Hilary Craven
Chapter/Story:  8
Book Title/Copyright:  So Many Steps to Death, 1954