 How did Giles feel about family in the beginning?
Giles made the expected comments, smiled the proper smiles and greeted his staff by the right names, but it was purely automatic. But with the Procyon shuttle arriving yesterday, there was no telling what might turn up. For eighty years now, they’d been sending out the little ships that vanished at greater than the speed of light, equipped with every conceivable device to make them return automatically after taking pictures of wherever they arrived. It had been the bitter quarrels over that which had finally broken Giles’ fifth marriage. He barely mentioned being married on the way or his dozen children, but filled most of the frame with glowing description and a plea for his father to join him there! GILES SNORTED and turned to the third frame, which showed a group picture of the family in some sort of vehicle, against the background of an alien but attractive world. He had no desire to spend ninety years cooped up with a bunch of callow young emigrants, even in one of the improved Exodus shuttles. The discovery that men could live practically forever had put an end to most family ties; sentiment wore thin in half a century—which wasn’t much time now, though it had once seemed long enough. Pre-setting a course may take centuries, if we can ever master it. Giles turned from the blank screen to stare out of the windows, while his hand came up to twist at the lock of hair over his forehead. Dubbins was at his side almost at once, with a hand under his arm to guide him toward his suite.
 he cared less about them as time wore on
 he cared less about them as time wore on  Harry reminded him too much of his ex-wife  he liked some of his children, but not all of them  he loved them but didn't want to travel for ninety years