go to the moon and suck in recycled air? Do that when I could stand in Midtown at rush hour, and breathe in the fumes of a New York City traffic jam?
Adventure
I got the Science Fiction bug very early. I started with juveniles. They featured young men, fortunately, or unfortunately, pulled into extraterrestrial adventures and doing well. I'd spend hours reading about our current capacity for space travel and how soon it might be where I could rocket off into adventure. This led to discouraging estimates …

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