I’m never quite sure how I feel about space travel. When the first men landed on the moon one periodical — I can’t remember which — printed the picture under the heading ‘So What?’ and I was inclined to agree. But the fact is that — if human activity hasn’t already killed every living thing on earth first — the sun will eventually expand and the whole solar system will be fried. Shakespeare’s Sonnets, the C# minor quartet, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Der Rosenkavalier, the Schubert C major string quartet, the Brough Superior SS100 Alpine Grand Sports — all will be as if they had never been. So I think ‘Well, maybe there is some hope — maybe humans should continue with space travel and eventually colonize some hospitable planet at the other end of the Milky Way; they will take all these things with them of course.’
Really? I’m afraid that it will actually be two overgrown American schoolboys, who will hit a golf-ball about and leave behind a bag of shit.