While no doubt reassuring to the manically paranoid, neither the
pilot's revelation that one is traveling "in a south easterly
direction from Amsterdam", nor his disclosure that at some point
one will find oneself "over Cyprus, Libya, and Chad", is worth
being pulled out of one's Nabokov ("The Real Life of Sebastian
Knight", pg.42) for, especially considering that one is en-route to
South Africa, a destination which requires nothing more than the
slimmest grasp of geographic...