Glide Path: To The Heart of Experimental Technology..In WWII!
Arthur C. Clarke
Language: English
Pages: 288
ISBN: 0743475313
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
During World War II, as an RAF officer, Arthur C. Clarke was in charge of the first radar 'talk-down' equipment, the Ground Controlled Approach, during its experimental trials. His novel GLIDE PATH is based on this work
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that one of his earliest RAF friends was Technical Officer there, and this was his first chance of bridging the trivial distance between them. The harassed Motor Transport Section produced a limousine suitable for air commodores, and a WAAF driver of unusual elegance, she was quite the prettiest and neatest that Alan had seen, and lacked the somewhat tatty, beat-up appearance characteristic of most airmen and airwomen from MT. Unfortunately, the spell was shattered as soon as she opened her
that one of his earliest RAF friends was Technical Officer there, and this was his first chance of bridging the trivial distance between them. The harassed Motor Transport Section produced a limousine suitable for air commodores, and a WAAF driver of unusual elegance, she was quite the prettiest and neatest that Alan had seen, and lacked the somewhat tatty, beat-up appearance characteristic of most airmen and airwomen from MT. Unfortunately, the spell was shattered as soon as she opened her
Englishmen was a specialty of the house, and the effort was often surprisingly worthwhile. It took Alan, as she had calculated, about two minutes to spiral back to the sofa. In that span of time he had suppressed any scruples, and decided that pleasure took precedence over prophylactics. The house was very quiet, apart from the subdued background of the phonograph, when they went hand in hand into Lucille’s room. They might have been alone in the building, though Alan was acutely conscious that
needed time to think. A new and highly disturbing element had come into his life. He did not know whether to be grateful to Howard or angry with him–but it made no difference either way. He was not quite ready to admit it, for the inhibitions of his upbringing were still powerful. But sooner or later he was going to see Lucille again–and next time he’d make damned sure that Mac did not come barging in at the crucial moment. It was a subdued and thoughtful little group that gathered at the
checked out of the Guardroom, and the station entrance was still in sight, when one of the service policemen rushed out into the road and began to wave furiously at the truck. “Oh, no–not again!” Alan cried in silent anguish. Then he did something that would have been quite inconceivable a few months ago. He turned his back and hoped fervently that the driver would not spot the commotion in her rear-view mirror. He did not breathe easily until the train had pulled out of the station. Now he was
