The Man Who Went to Mars: A Short Story

Every time the orbit of the Earth and the rotation of the heavens is such that that red planet, Mars, looms into view in the night sky, I stay home with the blinds drawn. Even shut away like that, I shake, I shudder, I quake with bedevilled imaginings with which no person can sympathize and dread dreams that no other Earthling can replicate—because I know things that no other human being can...