“As time went by, it mattered less and less that in 1969 a rocket went from Florida to the moon and men walked there. Good men. People's dads. Those were only events, scattered in time. Draw them close, rub them… — Ann-Marie MacDonald Copy Share Image
There was one bursting now, a delicate constellation of many-coloured stars which drifted down and lingered in the still air… The final rocket went up, a really large one, a piece of reckless extravagance. Its sibilant uprush was impressive, dragonlike;… — Jan Struther Copy Share Image
