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To
me
it
seems
that
since
first
we
came
out
of
the
sphere
has
been
only
a
question
of
hours
--
long
hours
--
at
most
.
"
"
Ten
days
,
"
I
said
;
"
that
leaves
--
"
I
looked
up
at
the
sun
for
a
moment
,
and
then
saw
that
it
was
halfway
from
the
zenith
to
the
western
edge
of
things
.
"
Four
days
!
...
Cavor
,
we
must
n't
sit
here
and
dream
.
How
do
you
think
we
may
begin
?
"
I
stood
up
.
"
We
must
get
a
fixed
point
we
can
recognise
--
we
might
hoist
a
flag
,
or
a
handkerchief
,
or
something
--
and
quarter
the
ground
,
and
work
round
that
.
"
He
stood
up
beside
me
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
"
there
is
nothing
for
it
but
to
hunt
the
sphere
.
Nothing
.
We
may
find
it
--
certainly
we
may
find
it
.
And
if
not
--
"
"
We
must
keep
on
looking
.
"
He
looked
this
way
and
that
,
glanced
up
at
the
sky
and
down
at
the
tunnel
,
and
astonished
me
by
a
sudden
gesture
of
impatience
.
"
Oh
!
but
we
have
done
foolishly
!
To
have
come
to
this
pass
!
Think
how
it
might
have
been
,
and
the
things
we
might
have
done
!
"
"
We
might
do
something
yet
.
"
"
Never
the
thing
we
might
have
done
.
Here
below
our
feet
is
a
world
.
Think
of
what
that
world
must
be
!
Think
of
that
machine
we
saw
,
and
the
lid
and
the
shaft
!
They
were
just
remote
outlying
things
,
and
those
creatures
we
have
seen
and
fought
with
no
more
than
ignorant
peasants
,
dwellers
in
the
outskirts
,
yokels
and
labourers
half
akin
to
brutes
.
Down
below
!
Caverns
beneath
caverns
,
tunnels
,
structures
,
ways
...
It
must
open
out
,
and
be
greater
and
wider
and
more
populous
as
one
descends
.
Assuredly
.
Right
down
at
the
last
the
central
sea
that
washes
round
the
core
of
the
moon
.
Think
of
its
inky
waters
under
the
spare
lights
--
if
,
indeed
,
their
eyes
need
lights
!
Think
of
the
cascading
tributaries
pouring
down
their
channels
to
feed
it
!
Think
of
the
tides
upon
its
surface
,
and
the
rush
and
swirl
of
its
ebb
and
flow
!
Perhaps
they
have
ships
that
go
upon
it
,
perhaps
down
there
are
mighty
cities
and
swarming
ways
,
and
wisdom
and
order
passing
the
wit
of
man
.
And
we
may
die
here
upon
it
,
and
never
see
the
masters
who
must
be
--
ruling
over
these
things
!
We
may
freeze
and
die
here
,
and
the
air
will
freeze
and
thaw
upon
us
,
and
then
--
!
Then
they
will
come
upon
us
,
come
on
our
stiff
and
silent
bodies
,
and
find
the
sphere
we
can
not
find
,
and
they
will
understand
at
last
too
late
all
the
thought
and
effort
that
ended
here
in
vain
!
"
