Monday, September 19, 2005

Monday, September 19, 2005 7:21 pm by M.   No comments
Probably when Emily spotted the moon on a 13 April 1843 and wrote her poem
How clear she shines ! How quietly
I lie beneath her guardian light;
While heaven and earth are whispering to me,
'Tomorrow, wake, but, dream tonight.'

never thought on the possibility of really being there. But there she is. Well, as matter of fact, all the family is there, thru Charlotte.

On the day that NASA has revealed its plans to returning to the Moon in 2018, maybe it's time to remember the last mission that was there, the Apollo 17 in 1972. The Apollo 17 landed in a valley named Taurus-Littrow. The crew explored the zone and baptized the numerous spots as craters or hills according to the following rule:

"The names chosen for crater designations (at Taurus-Littrow) generally attempt to honor men and women who have explored the far limits of human endeavor. These men and women are representatives of many, many others of their generations who were or are true humanists - no matter what enterprise may call upon them for excellence."

Charlotte was one of them. She has her own crater. It's a crater of 200 m of diameter. You can find the transcription of the astronaut's arrival here or even listen to them.

The Brontë crater

By the way, there's also a Brontë crater in Mercury. The Brontës conquer the universe.



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