Now and then, Richard tweaks the right ascension control knob. He almost looks like he knows what he’s doing. A massive sigh escapes him, as wide and filmy as the night sky. He straightens and steps back. Have a look. Els does. The field of view is black. Once you hear the music of the spheres, Bonner says, as if the idea has just occurred to him, the stuff you earthlings make is a bore. What am I looking at? There’s nothing there. Look harder. Els does. There’s still nothing there. There’s nothing there for a long time. Then there is.
