Glancing back, Pohl saw Asimov, Heinlein, and Sturgeon standing together with their faces lit by the flare. A sound like thunder caused the hull of the ship to vibrate. Heinlein compared it to an atomic explosion, while Asimov was more struck by the reaction of the underground publisher Rex Weiner, who was gazing up behind him, stoned out of his mind: “Oh, shit. Oh shi-i-i-it.”
