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We’ve found the succulent but bitter fruit that can sustain us, the small encrusted or overfurred creatures we can eat to survive, the slow-moving and muddy streams from which we drink against the urge to spit it out. My favorite failure took place on the twenty-first of November, 1960, when the Redstone’s engines shut off 1 second after ignition: The rocket lifted off a couple of centimeters, and then sat downwith no significant damage.
What most people remember are the many successful launches in the 1960s and ’70s where astronauts first were launched into space but not into orbit; then there was a series of orbital flights, then forays near the moon, then a moon landing, and finally the boringly routine trips gathering rocks and dust, playing golf and goofing off. Large teams superbly coordinated producing success after success. But these folks don’t remember these other scenes: One rocket lifted up about a dozen feet, fell over, then accelerated horizontally toward a launch building; another lifted up a few hundred feet and started spinning in a Yeatsian gyre before being blown up remotely; others simply exploded somewhere in the sky.
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