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Fighting off a syncope, Rip flees to a bookstore. He is just in time for the revisionist historians. When Rip left the U.S. the faint afterglow of Kennedy magic was still warm to the touch. Then they called it charisma. Now they call it Sha-melot. Such books as Henry Fairlie's The Kennedy Years and David Halberstam's The Best and the Brightest sound the knell for the '60s and its leaders. The returnee has missed the spate of Concerned Books: Soul On Ice, Deschooling Society, The Whole Earth Catalog-when Rip left, earth was only...
When he came out for his press conference he was grumpy. He wouldn't look the newsmen in the eye as he talked, complaining about the media and Congress, giving the Peace Corps a kick. There was just a faint whiff of that time back in 1962 when Nixon thought he was done with politics and walked off in self-pity...
...examinations with flying colors, and last spring NASA again cleared him. Still, his chances of getting an assignment seemed as remote as the moon. All places on the remaining lunar expeditions were already filled; crews had also been picked for the three earth-orbiting Skylab missions. Only one faint chance remained, and Slayton was not about to miss it for lack of qualifications. Even before Washington and Moscow firmly agreed last year to undertake the historic joint mission, Deke began to study Russian...
...photograph at regular intervals the several hundred stars in the sun's immediate neighborhood in hopes of detecting any odd movements in their paths. In addition to his interest in Barnard's Star, he was particularly intrigued by Epsilon Eridani. Though most nearby stars are small, relatively faint "red dwarfs," Epsilon Eridani is a bright yellow-orange star somewhat like the sun with about seven-tenths of its mass and 30% of its luminosity. Thus, if there were any planets in orbit around Epsilon Eridani, at least one might be at the right distance from the parent star...
...describes the scene at midday: "As the jet speeds northward, you see the moon shining brighter every minute. You glimpse small, isolated settlements, clusters of fishermen's houses along the rugged coast, and little farms at the foot of the towering mountains. As you approach Tromsø the faint, fading twilight turns lakes and fjords, islands, snow-capped mountains and the sky itself into a fantasy world of blue, gray and white...