Daily the slow, majestic throbbings of its heart are perceptible on the surface in the tides of the la-goon.

Its rivers are its veins; when agonized, earthquakes are its throes; it shouts in the thunder, and weeps in the shower; and as the body of a bison is covered with hair, so Mardi is covered with grasses and vegetation, among which, we parasitical things do but crawl, vexing and tormenting the patient creature to which we cling.

Nor yet, hath it recovered from the pain of the first foundation that was laid.

Mardi is alive to its axis.

When you pour water, does it not gurgle?
When you strike a pearl shell, does it not ring?
Think you there is no sensation in being a rock ?--To exist, is to be; to be, is to be something: to be something, is--" "Go on," said Media.
"And what is it, to be something ?" said Yoomy artlessly.