Earth lies ahead of me, green and safe. The muted atomics behind me
have brought me back from beyond Venus, where the split-second jump
into hyperspace threw me.
Let Mort Weidmann have his farther stars--or anyone else who cares to
try. I've had all I want from the new drive.
* * * * *
I gave Pat a funeral pyre. And now the lonely Asteroids have a star of
their own.