Michael Wilson

Oh my God. I'm back. I'm home. All the time, it was... We finally really did it.

You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!

Take your stinking paws off me, you damned dirty ape!

And that completes my final report until we reach touchdown. We're now on full automatic, in the hands of the computers. I have tucked my crew in for the long sleep and I'll be joining them soon. In less than an hour, we'll finish our sixth month out of Cape Kennedy. Six months in deep space - by our time, that is. According to Dr. Haslein's theory of time, in a vehicle travelling nearly the speed of light, the Earth has aged nearly 700 years since we left it, while we've aged hardly at all. Maybe so. This much is probably true - the men who sent us on this journey are long since dead and gone. You who are reading me now are a different breed - I hope a better one. I leave the 20th century with no regrets. But one more thing - if anybody's listening, that is. Nothing scientific. It's purely personal. But seen from out here everything seems different. Time bends. Space is boundless. It squashes a man's ego. I feel lonely. That's about it. Tell me, though. Does man, that marvel of the universe, that glorious paradox who sent me to the stars, still make war against his brother? Keep his neighbor's children starving?

A planet where apes evolved from men? There's got to be an answer.

It's a mad house! A mad house!

I'm a seeker too. But my dreams aren't like yours. I can't help thinking that somewhere in the universe there has to be something better than man. Has to be.

Imagine me needing someone. Back on Earth I never did. Oh, there were women. Lots of women. Lots of love-making but no love. You see, that was the kind of world we'd made. So I left, because there was no one to hold me there.

You did it. You cut up his brain, you bloody baboon!

If this is the best they've got around here, in six months we'll be running this planet.

Did I tell you about Stewart? Now there was a lovely girl.

The most precious cargo we'd brought along, she was… to be the new Eve.

With our hot and eager help, of course.

Probably just as well she didn't make it this far.

Chalk up another victory to the human spirit.

i know that dodge was killed during the hunt but what happend to landon?

I killed two people. One was... yesterday? He was just a boy and I led him into quicksand. The other was... well, before Aqaba. I had to execute him with my pistol, and there was something about it that I didn't like.

There may be honor among thieves, but there's none in politicians.

My friends, we have been foolish. Auda will not come to Aqaba. Not for money...

…for Feisal…

...nor to drive away the Turks. He will come... because it is his pleasure.

I'm not hurt at all. Didn't you know? They can only kill me with a golden bullet.

So long as the Arabs fight tribe against tribe, so long will they be a little people, a silly people - greedy, barbarous, and cruel, as you are.

My name is for my friends. None of my friends is a murderer!

My lord, I think… I think your book is right. 'The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped' and on this ocean the Bedu go where they please and strike where they please. This is the way the Bedu have always fought. You're famed throughout the world for fighting in this way and this is the way you should fight now!

I pray that I may never see the desert again. Hear me, God.

I cannot fiddle but I can make a great state of a small city.

The truth is: I'm an ordinary man. You might've told me that, Dryden.

The best of them won't come for money; they'll come for me.

A thousand Arabs means a thousand knives, delivered anywhere day or night. It means a thousand camels. That means a thousand packs of high explosives and a thousand crack rifles. We can cross Arabia while Johnny Turk is still turning round, and smash his railways. And while he's mending them, I'll smash them somewhere else. In thirteen weeks, I can have Arabia in chaos.

No, they're still there, but they've no boots. Prisoners, sir. We took them prisoners; the entire garrison. No, that's not true. We killed some; too many, really. I'll manage it better next time. There's been a lot of killing, one way or another.

Cross my heart and hope to die, it's all perfectly true.