Oh Dear

I'm frantically going through my notes from Introduction to the Legal System looking for detailed information on the original jurisdiction of the courts. According to my note from the first lecture "full set of notes enough to pass - no extra reading required". Woo hoo, you might well say. She couldn't have said fairer than that. Unfortunately my concentration appears to have lapsed quickly and two lectures later, all I have on the page are some doodles of a Hawker Hurricane shooting down an FW190 (I know, I know. As if!) and some people in sunglasses and cowboy hats, and what appears to be the first paragraph of a planned and particularly cliché 70s style science fiction paperback, written in the trademark beautiful script I can only achieve using a HB pencil. It reads:

There are few things beyond the clouds which cannot be obtained below them, but men, ever restless to seek pastures new and faraway hills, have hurled themselves at the firmament and gunned the engines of their atomic ships in the directions of Alpha Centauri and Betelgeuse, and yet other suns around which were thought to make their stately orbits planets of surpassing riches and unknown treasure; new worlds to conquer. They forgot the weeping Alexander who so many millenia ago knew that there were no more such worlds, that Man is in essence alone with himself. That men are alone with themselves. And if they did not know it before, many were they who discovered it in the cold no-place, the vast nothing among all stars, and they closed their minds to reason and went mad.

That's the last time I read Isaac Asimov when I'm supposed to be thinking about my future. Oh why, Lord, why?!