One would indeed seem callous to be immune to the contagion of mounting tension, implicit even in the quiet moments of this extraordinary book, which is now sheer human emotion, now a supert bit of philosophical writing, a tortured weighing of events in defeat shared by a flier who was, inescapably, also an artist. Obeying orders he knew were futile, he could still reach the conclusion that ""there is no growth except in obligation"". Define this as a French Target for Tonight, an amazing moment by moment record of a flight, while France was collapsing. There is adventure here, there is climax, there is relief, there is a sense of identity with the plane and the men, with ""Saint Ex"" himself. Near the close he can still say:- ""Since I am one with the people of France....I shall never bear witness against them"". An immense book.