The bed coverings were damp and twisted. The dream still had a physical presence. It felt familiar, like something dreamed once before and since forgotten. After a while I turned off the lamp and went back to sleep. She looked at the slip of paper in her hand.
Gravity is the arch-enemy of successful rocket performance.
It had been one of her father's favorite quotations, taken from the Journal of the American Rocket Society , April 1940. There are many types of freedom, she reflected. Her father had viewed them all of a piece. Freedom also meant the right to live the Bohemian lifestyle he preferred. To him, separating these notions into separate spheres, disciplines, or areas of academic or social discourse was absurd.