"You can't," he said.

"Can't! We'll soon see about that!"

He made no answer for ten seconds. "It's too late for us to quarrel now,

Bedford," he said. "That little jerk was the start. Already we are flying

as swiftly as a bullet up into the gulf of space."

"I--" I said, and then it didn't seem to matter what happened. For a time

I was, as it were, stunned; I had nothing to say. It was just as if I had

never heard of this idea of leaving the world before. Then I perceived an

unaccountable change in my bodily sensations. It was a feeling of

lightness, of unreality. Coupled with that was a queer sensation in the

head, an apoplectic effect almost, and a thumping of blood vessels at the

ears. Neither of these feelings diminished as time went on, but at last I

got so used to them that I experienced no inconvenience.

I heard a click, and a little glow lamp came into being.

I saw Cavor's face, as white as I felt my own to be. We regarded one

another in silence. The transparent blackness of the glass behind him made

him seem as though he floated in a void.

Well, we're committed," I said at last.

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