Clark's Memoirs

"My dear Costes, it was really most astute of you to notice the mud on my smoking jacket. How unfortunate that you failed to decry the derringer in my pocket," he writes. "I could feel the jeez in my arms, my chest, my face. The skin pulled back from my cheeks... Tears streaked from my eyes, the plane shook like crazy when I couldn't go any higher ... Sweet Jesus, I did so flying."