premise: In the clenched-to-cracking night We mouthed the hope, gave it a name: twenty-sixty-two still trembles in the flinching air and catches, bright rag on a bramble. At supper earlier the three of us had talked of Californian scientists who see the foetal heart accelerate translucent fingers tense and eye-muscles steer frantically through their dark when sounds of a high-revving motor are played to swelling, quizzically-smiling moms and wondered if there's anywhere on earth-Australasia or Amazonian forest-to find an unborn innocent of engines. Then it was time to watch ``Tomorrow's World'' and I thought of Sheila with her firstborn encircling him with Mozart in the womb but waking him at three months ' old to be a witness to be held up towards the moon on television so one day he could say he 'd shared in man's first giant steps.
hypothesis: Sheila's firstborn had shared in man's first giant steps