the beginning of a summer day

"it wouldn't be right, the first night on Mars, to make a loud noise, to introduce a strange, silly bright thing like a stove. it would be a kind of imported blasphemy. there'd be time for that later; time to throw condensed milk cans in the proud Martian canals; time for copies of the New York Times to blow and caper and rustle across the lone grey Martian sea-bottoms; time for banana-peels and picnic papers in the fluted, delicate ruins of the old Martian valley towns. plenty of time for that. and he gave a small inward shiver at the thought."