 What is not a lesson Giles learned?
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. 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. Earth was becoming a backwater world; no real progress had been made in two centuries; the young men were sent out as soon as their first fifty years of education were finished, and the older men were too conservative for really new thinking. Pre-setting a course may take centuries, if we can ever master it. Mr. Giles, we’ve got to have the big ship. 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. Usually it was too easy to realize that, and the sight of the solid, time-enduring buildings outside should have given him a sense of security. Dubbins was at his side almost at once, with a hand under his arm to guide him toward his suite. GILES FOUND himself lying on his couch, partially undressed, with the pillows just right and a long drink in his hand. “Dr. Cobb wants you to come to his office at once, sir,” he said, dropping to his knee to help Giles with his shoes. If this kept on, he’d be missing the old days when he’d had a mansion and counted his wealth in possessions, instead of the treasures he could build inside himself for the future ahead. Even after chauffeurs were a thing of the past, Harry had driven him around. Now he’d taken to walking, as so many others had, for even with modern safety measures so strict, there was always a small chance of some accident and nobody had any desire to spend the long future as a cripple. COBB APPEARED himself, before the nurse could take over, and led Giles into a room with an old-fashioned desk and chairs that almost concealed the cabinets of equipment beyond.
 Enjoying your job makes life worth living
 All good things come to an end  Enjoying your job makes life worth living  Never take life for granted  Family is an important part of life