And on my way to my room, I was mildly amused to see this:
I blame you for the moonlit sky
And the dream that died with the eagle’s flight
I blame you for the moonlit nights
When I wonder why are the seas still dry?
Don’t blame this sleeping satellite
Did we fly to the moon too soon?
Did we squander the chance in the rush of the race
— Sleeping Satellite, Tasmin Archer, 1992