I don't know what that is. And that's easy. If chickens, with their wings, can't fly due to misattribution of body weight, how is a far less air-capable boat supposed to fly through the air high enough that it can reach space? Not to mention, as the Greeks tell us, getting too high up would result in the sun setting us aflame, just as it melted Icarus's wax wings before he could get too high up.

[Who is this Simone de Beauvoir? Whatever, Mari is taking her too. There's an M. Llewelyn, but it turns out to just be a Margaret.] I'm many things, but stupid isn't one of them.