He would linger on the hump1, oh, he would linger. In his prose, the 747s upper deck would become a high chamber above the common halls, where captains and stewards speak softly, and the ale is mysteriously better. The engines would be named individually, because of course they would. Not engine one, but Rüil, Oromë, Fëanor, and That One That Always Smells Hot on Taxi.