Edward W. Ludwig

Summary

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.
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Edward W. Ludwig The Lonely Ones

The men walked to the ports. A tenseness, an excitement grew in their faces, like dying flame being fanned into its former brilliancy.
Out of the clouds loomed monstrous, shining, silver spires and towers, Cyclopean bridges, gigantic lake-like mirrors, immense golden spheres. It was a nightmare world, a jungle of fantastic shape and color.
The men gasped, whispered, murmured, the flame of their excitement growing, growing.
"The whole planet is a city!" breathed Parker.
Thump!
The Wanderer came to rest on a broad landing field of light blue stone. The jets coughed, spluttered, died.
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Edward W. Ludwig The Lonely Ones

The line between noble dreams and madness is thin, and loneliness can push men past it....
Onward sped the Wanderer, onward through cold, silent infinity, on and on, an insignificant pencil of silver lost in the terrible, brooding blackness.
But even more awful than the blackness was the loneliness of the six men who inhabited the silver rocket. They moved in loneliness as fish move in water. Their lives revolved in loneliness as planets revolve in space and time. They bore their loneliness like a shroud, and it was as much a part of them as sight in their eyes.
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