his need of head covering, and he seemed unconscious of, or else indifferent to, the hot glare of the summer sky which was hardly tempered by the long shadow of the floating cloud. At some moments he was absorbed in reading,--at others in writing. Close within his reach was a small note-book in which from time to time he jotted down certain numerals and made rapid calculations, frowning impatiently as though the very act of writing was too slow for the speed of his thought. There was a wonderful silence everywhere,--a silence such as can hardly be comprehended by anyone who has never visited wide-spreading country, over-canopied by large stretches of open sky, and barricaded from the further world by mountain ranges which are like huge walls built by a race of Titans. The dwellers in such regions are few--there is no traffic save the coming and going of occasional pack-mules across the hill tracks--no sign of modern civilisation. Among such deep and solemn solitudes the sight of a living human being is strang
I hate to write a negative review, but this book was a difficult read, as it is filled with the author's diatribes against modern women, and she obviously is a disillusioned Victorian. It is also hard to like any of the protagonists. At no point in the book could the author even "allow" that women could be as intelligent and capable as men. A case in point; the intelligent woman who designed the air ship in the story is considered not competent to fly it, and expresses a willingness to throw away her own life, when questioned by the men who work for her, and consider her unfit to pilot the ship she invented! It is enough to make you gnash your teeth. I read to the end hoping it would improve. It did not. Please spare yourselves the frustration, and skip this book. There are no happy endings here to "mitigate" the anti-woman stance, either.