In the novel, airplane flight serves as a symbol of the transcendence that is achieved through spiritual insight. When Larry describes his experience of flying planes during World War I, he tells Somerset, “I felt that I was part of something very great and very beautiful. I didn’t know what it was all about, I only knew that I wasn’t alone any more, by myself as I was, two thousand feet up, but that I belonged […] I felt I was at home with infinitude.” That description bears a striking resemblance to Larry’s description of spiritual illumination, during which he says he is “ravished by the beauty of the world” and that he has “never known such an exaltation and such transcendent joy.”
Notably, Larry doesn’t just experience beauty while flying. He also experiences the trauma that catalyzes his quest for spiritual meaning when his closest friend in the air corps, Patsy, loses his life while trying to save Larry’s life. In a sense, Larry sets out to find spiritual insight in an attempt to reconcile what might seem like two wholly disparate experiences: the transcendent beauty of flight and the cruelty and sorrow of Patsy’s death, which also occurs while flying. With that in mind, Larry’s question about the problem of evil, and why evil exists, can be formulated in terms of flight. Essentially, Larry asks: does Patsy’s death contradict the beauty Larry experiences while flying, rendering it meaningless, or does that beauty and infinitude also somehow encompass the pain and suffering of Patsy’s death? Ultimately, Larry wants to find out if it is possible, and if it makes sense, to maintain a feeling of transcendent joy, peace, and connection with “infinitude” in the face of great suffering and evil. He eventually finds his answer through religious illumination when the secrets of the universe are revealed to him and clarify all of his previous confusion.
Flight Quotes in The Razor’s Edge
“The dead look so terribly dead when they’re dead.”
“What do you mean exactly?” she asked, troubled.
“Just that.” He gave her a rueful smile. “You have a lot of time to think when you’re up in the air by yourself. You get odd ideas like that.”
“What sort of ideas?”
“Vague,” he said smiling. “Incoherent. Confused.”
Isabel thought this over for a while.
Don’t you think if you took a job they might sort themselves out and you’d know where you were?”
“I’ve thought of that. I had a notion that I might go to work with a carpenter or in a garage.”
“Oh, Larry, people would think you were crazy.”
“Would that matter?”
“To me, yes.”
“You think of a fellow who an hour before was so full of life and fun, and he’s lying dead; it’s all so cruel and so meaningless. It’s hard not to ask yourself what life is all about and whether there’s any sense to it or whether it’s all a tragic blunder of blind fate.”
“I wish I could make you see how much fuller the life I offer you is than anything you have a conception of. I wish I could make you see how exciting the life of the spirit is and how rich in experience. It’s illimitable. It’s such a happy life. There’s only one thing like it, when you’re up in a plane by yourself, high, high, and only infinity surrounds you. You feel such a sense of exhilaration that you wouldn’t exchange it for all the power and glory in the world.”
[…] “But Larry,” she interrupted him desperately, “don’t you see you’re asking something of me that I’m not fitted for, that I’m not interested in and don’t want to be interested in? How often have I got to repeat to you that I’m just an ordinary, normal girl.”