The h2g2 Critique: The Locksley Hall Leaves the Solar System
Created | Updated Aug 3, 2015
Poetry is so wise. Poetry is so enlightening. Poets of the 19th Century gave us so much to think about…like space travel…thank you, Alfred, Lord Tennyson. We should name a probe after you, or summat.
The Locksley Hall Leaves the Solar System
Excerpts from 'Locksley Hall' by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1842).
1It's called gravity, Lord Tennyson: it's not just a good idea, it's the law.2What? You'd leave the Isle of Wight?3Space…the Final Frontier…these are the voyages of the starship Locksley Hall, its continuing mission, to seek out new metaphors…okay, we'll stop now.4These are the ones visited by Zaphod Beeblebrox.5Must be a typo. Should read 'hoopy'.6And they have great group rates. Free drinks included.7Getcher antigrav shoes here! Only 25 poscreds, and that's cuttin' me own throat!8The absence of Europeans is apparently appealing to the poet here. He says nothing about Americans, though, and he should have. They ruin the ambience.9Oh, now stop. If you're going to let the caravan crowd in here, I'm leaving.10Make mine mangoes.11Even though the sky is just the wrong shade of pink. 12Oh, there is, there is. We recommend Vic's Place on Deep Space Nine.13These antique planetary methods of locomotion interest us not. We want an interstellar hotrod, at the least.14Shake this.
