EXCERPT The last time we closed our schoolbook Gagarin was making his first excursion on the way to the moon. The moon! The moon! Think of that! The moon! We still dream about it. For us it’s pure havoc, a shambles of the worst kind. —Réda Bensmaia We encounter our second selenomaniac amid a recurring dream of the first moon travel, a dream that turns nightmare and then ultimate fiasco (disarray of mind). It is this final-limit disaster, that of the riling image of the moonwalker—‘a shambles of the worst kind’—that reminds us of the original etymology of the word lunatic itself: namely, one drawn into madness by the intermittent cycles of the moon (the blameless ailment; the outwardly-deranged head) …