Winslow Homer The Herring Net painting

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once I was through with the fever and delirium and had made peace with the whole painful, wasteful process—if I had ever thought of flying, once I was married, once we had a child, nothing, nothing could induce me to yearn for even a taste , to consider it even for a moment. The utter irresponsibility of it, the arrogance—the arrogance of it is very distasteful to me."
We then talked for some time about his law practice, which was an admirable one, devoted to representing poor people against swindlers and profiteers. He showed me a charming portrait of his two children, eleven and nine years old, which he had drawn with one of his own quills. The chances that either child would grow wings was, as for every Gyr, a thousand to one.
Shortly before I left, I asked him, "Do you ever dream of flying?"
Lawyerlike, he was slow to answer. He looked away, out the window. "Doesn't everyone?" he said.