He obstinately wanted no part in achieving the goal of generations—but the goal with equal obstinacy wanted all of him!
"How do you plan to land her?"
"And wouldn't those guys at the Atomic Energy Commission have red faces! You know, I wrote them, asking to use some of their energy and--darn these government bureaus!--they never even had the courtesy to answer my letter!"
"And the birds at the college! When I took that navigation chart to the astronomy department to see if they'd check it for me, they blew up! Acted like I had no business flying to the Moon. Acted like they owned the thing. Bunch of smart-alecs! With their double-talk! Knew less than I did when I went there."
He looked at his watch. "I'm going to have a snack and then I'll get some sleep. That's one good thing about having you along. Now I can sleep and not have to worry."
As Harold sawed at the top of a can of beans with the can-opener. Orville closed his eyes. Instantly, he saw the ship, heading for the Moon, and then there was a blinding flash. He opened his eyes. Harold was digging into the can with a
The author tries to make this a humorous story, but it simply isn't. I couldn't get past more than a few pages before tossing it out.
An inventor accidentally brings along his neighbor when his cobbled-together anti-gravity spacecraft takes off for the moon. The details of the story are its charm: they eat pork and beans and drink pineapple juice, the parts of the spacecraft are pieces of other things, the trip goes wrong and the return is a disaster.