We'll be as superior to what we are now as he is to a hoptoad." The speaker indicated Sharon Whipple with the calabash.
Sharon wriggled self-consciously.

"And pretty soon people will forget that any one ever died; they won't believe it when they read it in old books; they won't understand it.

This time is coming, as near as I can figure it, in seven hundred and fifty thousand years.

That is, in round numbers, it might be an odd hundred thousand years more or less.

Of course I can't be precise in such a matter." "Of course not," murmured Harvey D., sympathetically; "but what we were wanting to get at--" "Of course," resumed the lecturer, "I know there's still a catch in it.
You say, 'What does it mean after that ?' Well, I'll be honest with you, I haven't been able to figure it out much farther.