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Then
I
hauled
the
blanket
from
beneath
my
feet
and
got
it
about
me
and
over
my
head
and
eyes
.
Abruptly
he
closed
the
shutters
again
,
snapped
one
open
again
and
closed
it
,
then
suddenly
began
snapping
them
all
open
,
each
safely
into
its
steel
roller
.
There
came
a
jar
,
and
then
we
were
rolling
over
and
over
,
bumping
against
the
glass
and
against
the
big
bale
of
our
luggage
,
and
clutching
at
each
other
,
and
outside
some
white
substance
splashed
as
if
we
were
rolling
down
a
slope
of
snow
...
Over
,
clutch
,
bump
,
clutch
,
bump
,
over
...
Came
a
thud
,
and
I
was
half
buried
under
the
bale
of
our
possessions
,
and
for
a
space
everything
was
still
.
Then
I
could
hear
Cavor
puffing
and
grunting
,
and
the
snapping
of
a
shutter
in
its
sash
.
I
made
an
effort
,
thrust
back
our
blanket-wrapped
luggage
,
and
emerged
from
beneath
it
.
Our
open
windows
were
just
visible
as
a
deeper
black
set
with
stars
.
We
were
still
alive
,
and
we
were
lying
in
the
darkness
of
the
shadow
of
the
wall
of
the
great
crater
into
which
we
had
fallen
.
We
sat
getting
our
breath
again
,
and
feeling
the
bruises
on
our
limbs
.
I
do
n't
think
either
of
us
had
had
a
very
clear
expectation
of
such
rough
handling
as
we
had
received
.
I
struggled
painfully
to
my
feet
.
"
And
now
,
"
said
I
,
"
to
look
at
the
landscape
of
the
moon
!
But
--
!
It
's
tremendously
dark
,
Cavor
!
"
The
glass
was
dewy
,
and
as
I
spoke
I
wiped
at
it
with
my
blanket
.
"
We
're
half
an
hour
or
so
beyond
the
day
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
must
wait
.
"
It
was
impossible
to
distinguish
anything
.
We
might
have
been
in
a
sphere
of
steel
for
all
that
we
could
see
.
My
rubbing
with
the
blanket
simply
smeared
the
glass
,
and
as
fast
as
I
wiped
it
,
it
became
opaque
again
with
freshly
condensed
moisture
mixed
with
an
increasing
quantity
of
blanket
hairs
.
Of
course
I
ought
not
to
have
used
the
blanket
.
In
my
efforts
to
clear
the
glass
I
slipped
upon
the
damp
surface
,
and
hurt
my
shin
against
one
of
the
oxygen
cylinders
that
protruded
from
our
bale
.
The
thing
was
exasperating
--
it
was
absurd
.
Here
we
were
just
arrived
upon
the
moon
,
amidst
we
knew
not
what
wonders
,
and
all
we
could
see
was
the
grey
and
streaming
wall
of
the
bubble
in
which
we
had
come
.
"
Confound
it
!
"
I
said
,
"
but
at
this
rate
we
might
have
stopped
at
home
;
"
and
I
squatted
on
the
bale
and
shivered
,
and
drew
my
blanket
closer
about
me
.
Abruptly
the
moisture
turned
to
spangles
and
fronds
of
frost
.
"
Can
you
reach
the
electric
heater
,
"
said
Cavor
.
"
Yes
--
that
black
knob
.
Or
we
shall
freeze
.
"
