"Speaking of voices," said Penny, "what have you heard about these . . . 'sightings' that keep getting reported in? Not just from crews up in the air but sometimes even from civilians on the ground?"
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Uh oh! Unidentified Flying Objects! Or maybe emanations from Nikola Tesla's experiments with wireless electricity? Or maybe ball lightning!
These "sightings" could be "The Light Over the Ranges" which is this chapter's title, right? Although I think probably not (unless they're due to Nikola Tesla's experiments). I think the whole "Light Over the Ranges" bit is just the thematic message for this chapter; we're discovering how light is changing the landscape of people's lives over the Midwest. And the greatest symbol of that change is the Chicago's World Fair.
"Speaking of voices . . . have you heard about these . . . 'sightings'"
"Speaking of this sense, have you heard something about this other sense?" Poor Penelope! Her excuses for digressions are worse than mine. I suppose she's implying a link between the voices in the air and the sightings of strange objects by people on the ground. Although unless she gets more specific with these reported sightings, isn't it possible the civilians are sighting the aeronaut ships and/or the falling poo of the ships' pets?
"these . . . sightings"
That ellipsis implies Penny feels these sightings are slightly ominous. It's the exact ellipsis I would put into any discussion of the ghost that made my bed squeak late at night from the ages of twelve to, well, forty-nine, I guess. "Oh yeah, I heard those . . . squeakings too. Damn ghost."
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