Deep space explorer who occasionally involves himself with the happenings of "civilization". In such times I often alleviate myself the dreary hours amongst planet and station dwellers by engaging in some amateur stellar oshibana in the Pleiades.

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.