No moonlit night will ever be the same to me again if, as I look up at that pale disc, I must think “Yes: up there to the left is the Russian area, and over there to the right is the American bit. And up at the top is the place which is now threatening to produce a crisis.” The immemorial Moon—the Moon of the myths, the poets, the lovers—will have been taken from us forever. —C. S. Lewis, the Narnia guy
