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We Risk Great Peril If We Kill Off This Spirit Of Adventure, For We Cannot Predict How And In What Seemingly Unrelated Fields It Will Manifest Itself. A Nation That Loses Its Forward Thrust Is In Danger, And One Of The Most Effective Ways To Retain That Thrust Is To Keep Exploring Possibilities. The Sense Of Exploration Is Intimately Bound Up With Human Resolve, And For A Nation To Believe That It Is Still Committed To A Forward Motion Is To Ensure Its Continuance.

I Wish I Could Tell You About The South Pacific. The Way It Actually Was. The Endless Ocean. The Infinite Specks Of Coral We Called Islands. Coconut Palms Nodding Gracefully Toward The Ocean. Reefs Upon Which Waves Broke Into Spray, And Inner Lagoons, Lovely Beyond Description. I Wish I Could Tell You About The Sweating Jungle, The Full Moon Rising Behind The Volcanoes, And The Waiting. The Waiting. The Timeless, Repetitive Waiting.

About A Billion Years Ago, Long Before The Continents Had Separated To Define The Ancient Oceans, Or Their Own Outlines Had Been Determined, A Small Protuberance Jutted Out From The Northwest Corner Of What Would Later Become North America.

You Write That First Draft Really To See How It's Going To Come Out.

As A Younger Man I Wrote For Eight Years Without Ever Earning A Nickel Which Is A Long Apprenticeship, But In That Time I Learned A Lot About My Trade.