Edward W. Ludwig, The Lonely Ones
“ No life there. Not even the stars to make one think of home. Only the dust and wind, a dark veil of death screaming eternally over hot dry land.And Jupiter, with its seas of ice; and hot Mercury, a cracked, withered mummy of a planet, baked as hard and dry as an ancient walnut in a furnace.Next, the airless, rocky asteroids, and frozen Saturn with its swirling ammonia snows. And last, the white, silent worlds, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto.World after world, all dead, with no sign of life, no reminder of life, and no promise of life.Thus the loneliness had grown. It was not a child of Earth. ”
