After all, it doesn't matter what world one's in, one gets hungry all the same." The dinner, which was eaten somewhere in the middle of the fifteen-year-long day of Saturn, was a more than usually pleasant one, because they were now nearing the turning-point of their trip into the depths of Space, and thoughts of home and friends were already beginning to fly back across the thousand-million-mile gulf which lay between them and the Earth which they had left only a little more than two months ago.
While they were at dinner the _Astronef_ rose above the mountains and resumed her southward course.

Zaidie brought the coffee up on deck as usual after dinner, and, while Redgrave smoked his cigar and Zaidie her cigarette, they luxuriated in the magnificent spectacle of the sunlit side of the Rings towering up, rainbow built on rainbow, to the zenith of their visible heavens.
"What a pity there aren't any words to describe it!" said Zaidie.

"I wonder if the descendants of the ancestors of the future human race on Saturn will invent anything like a suitable language.

I wonder how they'll talk about those Rings millions of years hence." "By that time there may not be any Rings," Lenox replied, blowing one of blue smoke from his own lips.

"Look at that--made in a moment and gone in a moment--and yet on exactly the same principle, it gives one a dim idea of the difference between time and eternity.