Little red mail plane

Geoffrey Firmin: "Sometimes, when I see the little red mail plane fly in from Acapulco at seven in the morning over the strange hills, or more probably hear... I think that you will be on it, on that plane every morning as it goes by, and will have come to save me. Then the morning goes by and you have not come. But oh, I pray for this now, that you will come [...] come back to me, Yvonne, if only for a day [...]"

Malcolm Lowry, Under the volcano