An idiot visited the 110th floor of the World Trade Center
in New York.
He was intoxicated by the height, by the view, by the sense
of power,even the differences in the air up here. Looking out, he thought how wonderful
it would be to fly.
He stepped to the ledge, and arms extended, he leaped out
into the air, and promptly found himself plummeting toward the street below. As he
passed the eightieth floor, he could be heard saying, "Okay, okay, it's okay,
so far, so good."
As he passed the the thirty-sixth floor, he could be heard
saying, "Well, uh, so far, so good."
As he passed the tenth floor, he could be heard saying,
"Uh, oh."
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Source: How Wonderful
It Is To Fly...: American Folktale, source unknown