Did anyone else see the photo of the scientists standing around the OSIRIS-REx sample capsule and think immediately of The Andromeda Strain?

"...your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table--that's the end. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of the king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm."-Hamlet: 4.3

"Now, Hamlet, where's [Donald Trump]?" "At supper." "At supper? Where?" "Not where he eats, but where 'a is eaten; a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots..."

"Angels and ministers of grace defend us."-Hamlet.

"Forgive me this my viture; for in the fatness of these pursy times virtue itself of vice must pardon beg."-Hamlet.

"I hope you care to be recalled to life." And the old answer: "I can't say." -A Tale of Two Cities.

"...in a wilderness, would have remembered home and friends in such a tone before lying down to die."-A Tale of Two Cities. Dickens is describing massive depressive disorder. I know this feeling well. Too well.

"...So entirely had it lost the life and resonance of the human voice, that it affected the senses like a once beautiful color faded away into a poor weak stain. So sunken and suppressed it was, that it was like a voice underground. So expressive it was, of a hopeless and lost creature, that a famished traveler, wearied out by lonely wandering..."

"The faintness of the voice was pitiable and dreadful. It was not the faintness of physical weakness, though confinement and hard fare no doubt had their part in it. Its deplorable peculiarity was, that it was the faintness of solitude and disuse. It was like the last feeble echo of a sound made long and long ago..."