'You were silly like us; your gift survived it all'
Wednesday, June 6th, 2012 10:24 pmThe parish of rich women, physical decay,
Yourself.
(The last two, certainly, if not the rich women one for anything I know to the contrary.)
I first read Ray Bradbury when I was 13 or 14, The Martian Chronicles and then everything else. It was his stories, along with Arthur C Clarke's, that gave me a shivering sense of the wonder of Space, of unimagined possibilities out there somewhere: an idea only realized several decades later, subjectively speaking, or three years afterwards, in cold reality, when I first heard the thrilling words, 'Space: the final frontier.'
(It still boggles me that three years could ever have been so *long*. But they were, oh they were.)
( Nonetheless... )
Yourself.
(The last two, certainly, if not the rich women one for anything I know to the contrary.)
I first read Ray Bradbury when I was 13 or 14, The Martian Chronicles and then everything else. It was his stories, along with Arthur C Clarke's, that gave me a shivering sense of the wonder of Space, of unimagined possibilities out there somewhere: an idea only realized several decades later, subjectively speaking, or three years afterwards, in cold reality, when I first heard the thrilling words, 'Space: the final frontier.'
(It still boggles me that three years could ever have been so *long*. But they were, oh they were.)
( Nonetheless... )
