" The plane had lost power in all three engines,
dropped from thirty-four thousand
to twelve thousand feet.
Something like four miles.
When the steep glide began, people rose, fell,
collided, swam in their seats. Then the serious screaming
and moaning began. Almost immediately a voice
from the flight deck was heard
on the intercom:
'We're falling from the sky! We're going down!
We're a silver gleaming death machine!'
This outburst struck the passengers
as an all but total breakdown of authority, competence
and command presence
and it brought on
a round of fresh
don delillo white noise