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And
so
,
sleeping
,
and
sometimes
talking
and
reading
a
little
,
and
at
times
eating
,
although
without
any
keenness
of
appetite
,
[
1
]
but
for
the
most
part
in
a
sort
of
quiescence
that
was
neither
waking
nor
slumber
,
we
fell
through
a
space
of
time
that
had
neither
night
nor
day
in
it
,
silently
,
softly
,
and
swiftly
down
towards
the
moon
.
[
1
]
It
is
a
curious
thing
,
that
while
we
were
in
the
sphere
we
felt
not
the
slightest
desire
for
food
,
nor
did
we
feel
the
want
of
it
when
we
abstained
.
At
first
we
forced
our
appetites
,
but
afterwards
we
fasted
completely
.
Altogether
we
did
not
consume
one-hundredth
part
of
the
compressed
provisions
we
had
brought
with
us
.
The
amount
of
carbonic
acid
we
breathed
was
also
unnaturally
low
,
but
why
this
was
,
I
am
quite
unable
to
explain
.
I
remember
how
one
day
Cavor
suddenly
opened
six
of
our
shutters
and
blinded
me
so
that
I
cried
aloud
at
him
.
The
whole
area
was
moon
,
a
stupendous
scimitar
of
white
dawn
with
its
edge
hacked
out
by
notches
of
darkness
,
the
crescent
shore
of
an
ebbing
tide
of
darkness
,
out
of
which
peaks
and
pinnacles
came
glittering
into
the
blaze
of
the
sun
.
I
take
it
the
reader
has
seen
pictures
or
photographs
of
the
moon
and
that
I
need
not
describe
the
broader
features
of
that
landscape
,
those
spacious
ring-like
ranges
vaster
than
any
terrestrial
mountains
,
their
summits
shining
in
the
day
,
their
shadows
harsh
and
deep
,
the
grey
disordered
plains
,
the
ridges
,
hills
,
and
craterlets
,
all
passing
at
last
from
a
blazing
illumination
into
a
common
mystery
of
black
.
Athwart
this
world
we
were
flying
scarcely
a
hundred
miles
above
its
crests
and
pinnacles
.
And
now
we
could
see
,
what
no
eye
on
earth
will
ever
see
,
that
under
the
blaze
of
the
day
the
harsh
outlines
of
the
rocks
and
ravines
of
the
plains
and
crater
floor
grew
grey
and
indistinct
under
a
thickening
haze
,
that
the
white
of
their
lit
surfaces
broke
into
lumps
and
patches
,
and
broke
again
and
shrank
and
vanished
,
and
that
here
and
there
strange
tints
of
brown
and
olive
grew
and
spread
.
But
little
time
we
had
for
watching
then
.
For
now
we
had
come
to
the
real
danger
of
our
journey
.
We
had
to
drop
ever
closer
to
the
moon
as
we
spun
about
it
,
to
slacken
our
pace
and
watch
our
chance
,
until
at
last
we
could
dare
to
drop
upon
its
surface
.
For
Cavor
that
was
a
time
of
intense
exertion
;
for
me
it
was
an
anxious
inactivity
.
I
seemed
perpetually
to
be
getting
out
of
his
way
.
He
leapt
about
the
sphere
from
point
to
point
with
an
agility
that
would
have
been
impossible
on
earth
.
He
was
perpetually
opening
and
closing
the
Cavorite
windows
,
making
calculations
,
consulting
his
chronometer
by
means
of
the
glow
lamp
during
those
last
eventful
hours
.
For
a
long
time
we
had
all
our
windows
closed
and
hung
silently
in
darkness
hurling
through
space
.
Then
he
was
feeling
for
the
shutter
studs
,
and
suddenly
four
windows
were
open
.
I
staggered
and
covered
my
eyes
,
drenched
and
scorched
and
blinded
by
the
unaccustomed
splendour
of
the
sun
beneath
my
feet
.
Then
again
the
shutters
snapped
,
leaving
my
brain
spinning
in
a
darkness
that
pressed
against
the
eyes
.
And
after
that
I
floated
in
another
vast
,
black
silence
.
Then
Cavor
switched
on
the
electric
light
,
and
told
me
he
proposed
to
bind
all
our
luggage
together
with
the
blankets
about
it
,
against
the
concussion
of
our
descent
.
We
did
this
with
our
windows
closed
,
because
in
that
way
our
goods
arranged
themselves
naturally
at
the
centre
of
the
sphere
.
That
too
was
a
strange
business
;
we
two
men
floating
loose
in
that
spherical
space
,
and
packing
and
pulling
ropes
.
Imagine
it
if
you
can
!
No
up
nor
down
,
and
every
effort
resulting
in
unexpected
movements
.
Now
I
would
be
pressed
against
the
glass
with
the
full
force
of
Cavor
's
thrust
,
now
I
would
be
kicking
helplessly
in
a
void
.
Now
the
star
of
the
electric
light
would
be
overhead
,
now
under
foot
.
Now
Cavor
's
feet
would
float
up
before
my
eyes
,
and
now
we
would
be
crossways
to
each
other
.
But
at
last
our
goods
were
safely
bound
together
in
a
big
soft
bale
,
all
except
two
blankets
with
head
holes
that
we
were
to
wrap
about
ourselves
.
Then
for
a
flash
Cavor
opened
a
window
moonward
,
and
we
saw
that
we
were
dropping
towards
a
huge
central
crater
with
a
number
of
minor
craters
grouped
in
a
sort
of
cross
about
it
.
And
then
again
Cavor
flung
our
little
sphere
open
to
the
scorching
,
blinding
sun
.
I
think
he
was
using
the
sun
's
attraction
as
a
brake
.
"
Cover
yourself
with
a
blanket
,
"
he
cried
,
thrusting
himself
from
me
,
and
for
a
moment
I
did
not
understand
.
