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The Man in the Moon, or Travels Into the Lunar Regions by William Thomson

beeostrowsky's review

3.0

A Swiftian satire of British politics, even including a safely anonymized “K—g of E—” (no one will ever know who this person might be).

I think my favorite part is the ladies in Mare Tranquilitatis (chapter 7) who sing hymns at a temple of Venus:

They have neither husbands [...] nor the prospect of them, yet are they perfectly happy [...] they may enjoy the fragrance that breathes from each others persons, and read the mutual expression of their eyes [...] But in the lunar regions, and here I speak by authority, there is no such thing as monopolies in love. It is no objection to a lady that she is beloved, and even caressed, by another. There is no jealousy, no shame; a general sympathy, even in matters of love, unites every company.