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Show -314- Chapter Twenty-Two The plane he boarded the next morning was a small one, with seats for less than twenty passengers. He had not had time for breakfast at the hotel, so he waited impatiently for the take-off, when, he was told, they would be served coffee and cookies. His diet did not include cookies, but when the stewerdess brought them, he ate one anyway to alleviate the emptiness he felt in his stomach. The flight took only an hour, but by the time they reached the little airport where he had once seen off the visiting Welsh poet his head ached and his stomach felt even more unsettled. In the restaurant at the airport, he forced himself to eat a balanced breakfast and felt better at once. By the time his rental car was delivered to him, and he was on the highway southward, he felt only a little dense from lack of sleep and somewhat nervous again at the impending arrival at his old university. It was a cold day, bright and clear, with a light layer of snow on the fields beside the divided highway, but with none on the roadway itself. Inside the car, it was too warm if anything. He still wore his heavy overcoat, the sun beat on the glass of the windows, and he did not know where to turn off the heat in the unfamiliar automobile. |