"My lord Odysseus," he replied, "spare me your praise of Death. Put me on earth again . . ."
—Homer
UNDER its cheerful orange-and-white parachutes, Odyssey came down gently in placid, warm, South Pacific waters. The ripples from that splash spread around the globe. For four days a fractured world inured to mass suffering and casual death had found common cause in the struggle to save three lives. The magic and mystery of space exploration, the realization that James Lovell, Fred Haise and John Swigert were not...
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