To the bonorable Wrights:
This is to inform you that I am a boy of eleven. I have greatly admired your feats of daring. My father wants to fly too. Can you help him? We need to know how to shape the propellers. We need to know how big the wings should be in order to lift my father into the air. Father says that no one else in the whole world knows as much as you do about aeroplanes. Thank you.
And I signed it with the sounds of my name spelled out in demon letters. I wrote several drafts of it and then copied it out in the fine, elegant hand Miss Whitlaw had taught me. The next day we went down together and mailed the letter. ''You realized though, Moon Shadow, that even if they were to get this letter, there is no guarantee that they’ll answer it. They’re busy men, you know.
''But two weeks later, I got a letter from the Wrights’ bicycle shop, and in a very neat, strong hand Orville answered me:
Dear Mr.lee,
My brother and I are always happy to meet another flying enthusiast.But I want to tell you that our knownledge and skills that about plane, all of them are in our brain. All of them are belong to us. Some of them ,even are secret, we are the only two know in the world. So I feel sorry that I can't help you and your father. Although we can't help you any, but I know that someone may help you. He is Dr.White. He is a professor in America college.He study in motor and component about plane.I really hope he can help you. Sorry, for my helpless.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
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