Kaleidoscope (The Illustrated Man): Some of my favourite lines, and ideas.
āThey fell. They fell as pebbles fall down wells. They were scattered as jackstones are scattered from a gigantic throw. And now instead of men there were only voices- all kinds of voices, disembodied and impassioned, in varying degrees of terror and resignation.ā
I can imagine this line as the astronauts names woven together- scribbles overlapping, changing shape and disintegrating into nothing. Motion, chaos, confusion, space.
āBut without the force units snapped to their shoulders they were meteors, senseless, each going to a separate and irrevocable fate.ā
āA period...ā ā...elapsed while the first terror died and a metallic calm took itās place. Space began to weave its strange voices in and out, in a great dark loom, crossing, recrossing, making a final pattern.ā
āItās Earth for me. Back to old Mother Earth at ten thousand miles per hour. Iāll burn like a match.ā
āThe others were silent, thinking of the destiny that had bought them to this, falling, falling, and nothing they could do to change it. Even the captain was quiet, for there was no command or plan he knew that could put things back together again.ā
āFalling, falling down space Hollis and the rest of them went in the long, endless dropping and whirling of silence.ā
I feel like describes both their situation and how they must feel like drifting in space, really well.
ā...the other men chatted.āĀ āOn and on; while they all fell. Lespere reminisced on the past, happy, while he fell to his death.ā
āIt was so very odd. Space, thousands of miles of space, and these voices vibrating in the centre of it. No one visible at all, and only the radio waves quivering and trying to quicken other men into emotion.ā
āThat isnāt important.ā said Hollis. And it was not. It was gone. When life is over it is like a flicker of a bright film, an instant on the screen, all of itās prejudices and passions condensed ad illuminated for an instant on space, and before you could cry out, āThere was a happy day, there a bad one, there an evil face, there a good one,ā the film burned to a cinder, the screen went dark.'
'Did all dying people feel this way, as if they had never lived? Did life seem that short, indeed, over and done before you took a breath? Did it seem this abrupt and impossible to everyone, or only to himself, here, now, with a few hours left to him for thought and deliberation?ā
'I'm not jealous of you any more, because it's as over for you as it is for me, and right now it's like it never was.'
'When anything's over, it's just like it never happened. Where's you life any better than mine, now? Now is what counts. Is it any better? Is it?'
'Because I got my thoughts, I remember!' cried Lespere,'
'Hollis knew he was right. There were differences between memories and dreams. He only had dreams of things he had wanted to do, while Lespere
had memories of things done and accomplished. And this knowledge began to pull Hollis apart, with a slow, quivering precision.'
'But aren't we equal? he wondered. Lespere and I? Here, now? If a thing's over, it's done, and what good is it? You die anyway. But he knew he was rationalizing, for it was trying to tell the difference between a live man and a corpse. There was a spark in one, and not in the other- and aura, a mysterious element.'
'They came to death by separate paths and, in all likelihood, if there were kinds of death, their kinds would be as different as night from day. The quality of death, like that of life, must be of an infinite variety,'
''I've got myself into a meteor swarm, some little asteroids.'
'I think it's the Myrmidone cluster that goes out past Mars and in toward Earth every five years. I'm right in the middle. It's like a big kaleidoscope. You get all kinds of colours and shapes and sizes. God, it's beautiful, all that metal.'
'I'm going with them.' said Stone. 'They're taking me off with them. I'll be damned.' He laughed.
Hollis looked to see but saw nothing. There were only the great diamonds and sapphire and emerald mists and velvet inks of space,'
I like this line because it helps you imagine how the astronauts must be in space- all of them falling in different directions, surrounded by explosions of colour, weaving through such a vast, 'empty' space.
'There was a kind of wonder and imagination in the thought of Stone going off in the Meteor swarm, out past Mars for years and coming in toward Earth every five years, passing in and out of the planet's Myrmidone cluster eternal and unending, shifting and shaping like the kaleidoscope colours when you were a child and held the tube to the sun and gave it a twirl.
'So long, Hollis,' Stone's voice, very faint now. 'So long.'
'Good luck,' shouted Hollis across thirty thousand miles.
'Don't be funny,' said Stone, and was gone.
'Now all the voices were fading, each on his own trajectory, some to Mars, others into farthest space.'
'The many good-byes. The short farewells. And now the great loose brain was disintegrating. The components of the brain which had worked so beautifully and efficiently in the skull case of the rocket ship firing through space were dying one by one; the meaning of their life together was falling apart.'
'And as the body dies when the brain ceases functioning, so the spirit of the ship and their long time together and what they meant to one another was dying.'
'Applegate was now no more than a finger blown from the parent body,'
'They were all alone. Their voices had died like echoes'
'There went the captain to the Moon; there Stone with the meteor storm, there Stimson; there Applegate toward Pluto; there Smith and Turner and Underwood and all the rest, the shards of the kaleidoscope that had formed a thinking pattern for so long, hurled apart.'
The line above is my favourite from the story. To me (and together with the lines on the same page just before it) I think it represents the relationship of the astronauts to each other so well. It shows how they worked together andĀ what they meant to each other. It compares them to systems ceasing to function- no longer having meaning- when such vital components are missing. It captures the essence of these men's relationships, and what it means now that they're separated in death.
'When I hit the atmosphere, I'll burn like a meteor. 'I wonder,' he said, 'if anyone'll see me?'
The small boy on the country road looked up and screamed . 'Look, Mom, look! A falling star!'
The blazing white start fell down the sky of dusk in Illinois.
'Make a wish,' said his mother. 'Make a wish.'
On the last page of the story, Hollis is dying, headingĀ forĀ Earth. His thoughts are still on the life he had but never really lived. HeĀ thinks about anythingĀ he couldĀ do in his remaining moments to make up for that life, any good at all. He feels nothing as he hurtles towards his final destination, but his last thoughts are of dying without being able to do something, even for himself to know of in those last moments, and wonders if anyone will even see him hitting earth as a burning meteor.