Chubby, brunette Eunice Kinnison sat in a rocker, reading the Sunday papers and listening to the radio. Her husband Ralph lay sprawled upon the davenport, smoking a cigarette and reading the current issue of EXTRAORDINARY STORIES against an unheard background of music. Mentally, he was far from Tellus, flitting in his super-dreadnaught through parsec after parsec of vacuous space. E.E. "Doc" Smith, Triplanetary, Chapter 5: "1941"
Saturday, November 24, 2007
When Dust Gets In Your Eyes
Given the Moon's lower gravity, future missions will have to be careful that their own rocket plumes don't cause trouble for bases, supplies or scientific instruments.
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