For all lovers of hard-core science fiction. (And you know who you are, you lovers of Hal Clement and Ben Bova.)
“The stars are big,” General Cathcorp told the new recruits at the Interstellar Junior Academy, as he walked purposefully through the group of gangly adolescents, his arms swinging back and forth like powerful pistons, his gravelly but grandfatherly voice droning on in that way which spoke of years of experience in the jungles of outer space: “Yes, men, the stars are big and faraway; so far, in fact that the mind literally boggles at the thought of such immense distances to be penetrated in our quest to fathom the unknown -” and here the grizzled old man paused a moment, as if remembering his youth, before continuing: “Think about that the next time you hop into you roadster with a girl in one hand and a stickshift in the other.”
Dr. Drib