I loved, and still love, books of scientific travel. The greatest one, of course, is Darwin, and the Beagle, but there’s Humboldt's narrative, there’s Bates on the Amazon, there’s Wallace in the Malay Archipelago, Spruce’s travels in South America, pushing back the new and unknown, and again, perhaps partly based on that, sort of, Conan Doyle’s Challenger novels. The... The Lost World, a plateau somewhere in South America, with... with prehistoric life there. In fact, in Venezuela there are these strange things. I don’t know how to pronounce the word, tepuis, which are really vertical hills, which are quite unclimbable. The only way to… and which all have extraordinary endemics... endemic species on top, and you can only get on top by helicopter, but maybe these tepuis were behind The Lost World.
But, I think, when I grew up, as I was a boy, I think, I... I loved reading about William Beebe, and exploring the ocean depths. Incidentally, a remarkable short story of HG Wells, probably written in the 1890s, imagines a Bathysphere, very much like the one which Beebe used in the 1930s. The... but maybe some of that 19th century spirit of exploration, and seeing new worlds and going where no man has gone before, which then, because of political correctness, had to be turned into where no one has gone before, which… and Edelman laughs at this political correctness thing, and occasionally he says, perhaps he should change his name to Edelperson. But, yes, here is a team of people who are, sort of, colleagues and friends, and... and they are investigating the universe, and I... I liked that very much, whereas, Star Wars bores me stiff. It’s... it's sort of, cowboy and Indian stuff.