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..."Denilin sleep drug... Harmless, quick, no after effects. It saves simple people from their terror of something new, like space. When they get to Venus they don't mind. The planet is smaller, you know, than has been thought, not more than six thousand five hundred miles, more clouds high up, none below. But the brightness of the sun comes through without the heat; and all the glories of Earth cannot compare with the treasure land that is Venus. No, they don't mind when they see..."
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..."For some thousands of years we, whom you call Venusians, have watched with considerable uneasiness the development of civilization on the third planet of this sun system. Our people are not adventurous, nor is there a single war known to our recorded history. This is not to say that the struggle for survival has not been a bitter one. But we have an immensely more sluggish metabolism. Long ago our psychologists decided that space flight was not for us.
have accordingly concentrated on the development of the purely Venusian
way of life, so that when your ship approached out atmosphere, we were
confronted with the necessity of deciding under what conditions we would
establish relations with human beings..."
This is from A Can of Paint (1944) by A E van Vogt.
...The Venusian city of Kar shimmered beneath an inverted bowl of blue glory. It was a perfect day for a civic demonstration such as the welcoming home of the first expedition to Earth in many centuries. Citizens appreciated the cooperation of the weather; Liberty Square was packed with a murmuring, multi-coloured concourse that swirled in kaleidoscopic patterns. Something shrieked in the vault of space; the kaleidoscope turned uniformly pink, as five hundred thousand faces lifted to the sky.
High in the stratosphere appeared a pair of metallic pencils, their rear ends vomiting crimson flames. Sound waves from the rocket tubes fleeted downwards, bounced from the eardrums of the expectant crowd. The pencils swelled; the crimson spread along their under-surfaces as the retarding rockets belched with maximum power. In a short time the objects had resolved themselves into long, streamlined space ships...
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Venus no one swims; there is no water fit to swim in. Venus has no
moon to pile up tides; the solar tide disturbs her waters but little.
The waters never freeze, never approach the critical 4-degree C. which
causes terrestrial lakes and streams and ponds to turn over and
'ventilate'. The planet is almost free of weather in the boisterous
sense. Her waters lie placid on their surface - and accumulate vileness
underneath, by the year, by the generation, by the eon...
This is from Between Planets by Robert A Heinlein.
...Between enormous top branches as thick as the trunks of adult Earth-trees he went down like a drifting leaf, hit ground with enough force to leave heel marks in the coarse turf.
This point was little more than a mile from the rim of the great plain. The gigantic trees were thinned out here, growing widely apart with quiet, cathedral-like glades between them. Fifty or sixty miles westward the real Venusian jungle began, and with it the multitudinous bad-dream forms of ferocity that only lately had learned to keep their distance from the even deadlier form called Man....
Answer in Author-To-Tale.
the first year it had gone properly, and then the weight of
responsibility had gotten him down. The sense that all their lives
depended on him. And at that point the army people had decided to take
him off Earth. To put him aboard a ship and transport him to one of
the health resorts on Venus to which high government officials went, and
at which they wasted much time. The climate on Venus, or perhaps the
minerals in the water, or the gravity - no one could be sure - had done
much to cure cancer and heart trouble...
This is from Time Out of Joint, by Philip K Dick (1964), p178-9.