So, over and over we go, and round and round; double- shuffle, on our axis, and round the sun.' In an another place, he says:--'There is neither apogee nor perigee, north nor south, right nor left; what to-night is our zenith, to-morrow is our nadir; stand as we will, we stand on our heads; essay to spring into the air, and down we come; here we stick; our very bones make glue.'" "Enough, enough, Babbalanja," cried Media.

"You are a very wise Mardian; but the wisest Mardians make the most consummate fools." "So they do, my lord; but I was interrupted.

I was about to say, that there is no place but the universe; no limit but the limitless; no bottom but the bottomless.".