Readers Are Not Sheep, And Not Every

Treading The Soil Of The Moon, Palpating Its Pebbles, Tasting The Panic And Splendor Of The Event, Feeling In The Pit Of One's Stomach The Separation From Terra-these Form The Most Romantic Sensation An Explorer Has Ever Known . . . This Is The Only Thing I Can Say About The Matter. The Utilitarian Results Do Not Interest Me.

I Mean, I Have The Feeling That Something In My Mind Is Poisoning Everything Else.

There Was No Lo To Behold.

It Was Love At First Sight, At Last Sight, At Ever And Ever Sight.

Was She Really Beautiful? Was She At Least What They Call Attractive? She Was Exasperation, She Was Torture.