Real men crossed oceans on wood and silence
was: “China set to buy 120 European-made Airbus aircraft”
One hundred and twenty flying machines, and not one passenger will churn butter en route. My grandfather crossed the Atlantic once, in a storm, and mentioned it never.
A strong man tills; a weak man accrues air miles. Bring back the dirigible, which at least had the decency to be slow. Kneel. Then board.
Same story, other brains
Flip it → Matriarch