| The vault is sown thick with them, the
vault is alive with them, trembles with them, quivers with them! And through
their midst rises a broad belt of their like, uncountable for number--rises
and flows up into the sky, from the one horizon, and pours across and goes
flooding down to the other--a stupendous arch, made all of glittering vast
suns diminished to twinkling points by the awful distance--and where is
that colossal planet of mine? It's in that Belt--somewhere, God knows where! - "Three Thousand Years among the Microbes" |
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