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"
Never
mind
,
"
said
Spender
,
not
looking
up
.
It
wouldn
’
t
be
right
,
the
first
night
on
Mars
,
to
make
a
loud
noise
,
to
introduce
a
strange
,
silly
bright
thing
like
a
stove
.
It
would
be
a
kind
of
imported
blasphemy
.
There
’
d
be
time
for
that
later
;
time
to
throw
condensed
-
milk
cans
in
the
proud
Martian
canals
;
time
for
copies
of
the
New
York
Times
to
blow
and
caper
and
rustle
across
the
lone
gray
Martian
sea
bottoms
;
time
for
banana
peels
and
picnic
papers
in
the
fluted
,
delicate
ruins
of
the
old
Martian
valley
towns
.
Plenty
of
time
for
that
.
And
he
gave
a
small
inward
shiver
at
the
thought
.
He
fed
the
fire
by
hand
,
and
it
was
like
an
offering
to
a
dead
giant
,
They
had
landed
on
an
immense
tomb
.
Here
a
civilization
had
died
.
It
was
only
simple
courtesy
that
the
first
night
be
spent
quietly
.
"
This
isn
’
t
my
idea
of
a
celebration
.
"
Gibbs
turned
to
Captain
Wilder
.
"
Sir
,
I
thought
we
might
break
out
rations
of
gin
and
meat
and
whoop
it
up
a
bit
.
"
Captain
Wilder
looked
off
toward
a
dead
city
a
mile
away
.
"
We
’
re
all
tired
,
"
he
said
remotely
,
as
if
his
whole
attention
was
on
the
city
and
his
men
forgotten
.
"
Tomorrow
night
,
perhaps
.
Tonight
we
should
be
glad
we
got
across
all
that
space
without
getting
a
meteor
in
our
bulkhead
or
having
one
man
of
us
die
.
"
The
men
shifted
around
.
There
were
twenty
of
them
,
holding
to
each
other
’
s
shoulders
or
adjusting
their
belts
.
Spender
watched
them
.
They
were
not
satisfied
.
They
had
risked
their
lives
to
do
a
big
thing
.
Now
they
wanted
to
be
shouting
drunk
,
firing
off
guns
to
show
how
wonderful
they
were
to
have
kicked
a
hole
in
space
and
ridden
a
rocket
all
the
way
to
Mars
.
But
nobody
was
yelling
.
The
captain
gave
a
quiet
order
.
One
of
the
men
ran
into
the
ship
and
brought
forth
food
tins
which
were
opened
and
dished
out
without
much
noise
.
The
men
were
beginning
to
talk
now
.
The
captain
sat
down
and
recounted
the
trip
to
them
.
They
already
knew
it
all
,
but
it
was
good
to
hear
about
it
,
as
something
over
and
done
and
safely
put
away
.
They
would
not
talk
about
the
return
trip
.
Someone
brought
that
up
,
but
they
told
him
to
keep
quiet
.
The
spoons
moved
in
the
double
moonlight
;
the
food
tasted
good
and
the
wine
was
even
better
.
