Going around the moon for a couple hundred million dollars is reasonable, ... It's not a question of the technology. It's about how smart you are about using the capabilities.

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far we are pursued by nothing else.

[It's] a code name for thoughts about future C++ technology.

Of course, mankind would not have landed on the Moon in 1969, were it not for two things: conquered Nazi rocket technology and post-war anti-Communist paranoia in the United States.

Huysmans takes the old trope of moon-as-woman and replaces its romantic connotations with decadent ones: the moon here is woman as clamorous lunatic, as convulsive epileptic.