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I
fought
stiffly
with
it
I
was
on
the
manhole
lip
,
a
stupefied
,
half-dead
being
.
The
snow
was
all
about
me
.
I
pulled
myself
in
.
There
lurked
within
a
little
warmer
air
.
The
snowflakes
--
the
airflakes
--
danced
in
about
me
,
as
I
tried
with
chilling
hands
to
thrust
the
valve
in
and
spun
it
tight
and
hard
.
I
sobbed
.
"
I
will
,
"
I
chattered
in
my
teeth
.
And
then
,
with
fingers
that
quivered
and
felt
brittle
,
I
turned
to
the
shutter
studs
.
As
I
fumbled
with
the
switches
--
for
I
had
never
controlled
them
before
--
I
could
see
dimly
through
the
steaming
glass
the
blazing
red
streamers
of
the
sinking
sun
,
dancing
and
flickering
through
the
snowstorm
,
and
the
black
forms
of
the
scrub
thickening
and
bending
and
breaking
beneath
the
accumulating
snow
.
Thicker
whirled
the
snow
and
thicker
,
black
against
the
light
.
What
if
even
now
the
switches
overcame
me
?
Then
something
clicked
under
my
hands
,
and
in
an
instant
that
last
vision
of
the
moon
world
was
hidden
from
my
eyes
.
I
was
in
the
silence
and
darkness
of
the
inter-planetary
sphere
.
It
was
almost
as
though
I
had
been
killed
.
Indeed
,
I
could
imagine
a
man
suddenly
and
violently
killed
would
feel
very
much
as
I
did
.
One
moment
,
a
passion
of
agonising
existence
and
fear
;
the
next
,
darkness
and
stillness
,
neither
light
nor
life
nor
sun
,
moon
nor
stars
,
the
blank
infinite
.
Although
the
thing
was
done
by
my
own
act
,
although
I
had
already
tasted
this
very
of
effect
in
Cavor
's
company
,
I
felt
astonished
,
dumbfounded
,
and
overwhelmed
.
I
seemed
to
be
borne
upward
into
an
enormous
darkness
.
My
fingers
floated
off
the
studs
,
I
hung
as
if
I
were
annihilated
,
and
at
last
very
softly
and
gently
I
came
against
the
bale
and
the
golden
chain
,
and
the
crowbars
that
had
drifted
to
the
middle
of
the
sphere
.
I
do
not
know
how
long
that
drifting
took
.
In
the
sphere
of
course
,
even
more
than
on
the
moon
,
one
's
earthly
time
sense
was
ineffectual
.
At
the
touch
of
the
bale
it
was
as
if
I
had
awakened
from
a
dreamless
sleep
.
I
immediately
perceived
that
if
I
wanted
to
keep
awake
and
alive
I
must
get
a
light
or
open
a
window
,
so
as
to
get
a
grip
of
something
with
my
eyes
.
And
besides
,
I
was
cold
.
I
kicked
off
from
the
bale
,
therefore
,
clawed
on
to
the
thin
cords
within
the
glass
,
crawled
along
until
I
got
to
the
manhole
rim
,
and
so
got
my
bearings
for
the
light
and
blind
studs
,
took
a
shove
off
,
and
flying
once
round
the
bale
,
and
getting
a
scare
from
something
big
and
flimsy
that
was
drifting
loose
,
I
got
my
hand
on
the
cord
quite
close
to
the
studs
,
and
reached
them
.
I
lit
the
little
lamp
first
of
all
to
see
what
it
was
I
had
collided
with
,
and
discovered
that
old
copy
of
Lloyd
's
News
had
slipped
its
moorings
,
and
was
adrift
in
the
void
.
That
brought
me
out
of
the
infinite
to
my
own
proper
dimensions
again
.
It
made
me
laugh
and
pant
for
a
time
,
and
suggested
the
idea
of
a
little
oxygen
from
one
of
the
cylinders
.
After
that
I
lit
the
heater
until
I
felt
warm
,
and
then
I
took
food
.
Then
I
set
to
work
in
a
very
gingerly
fashion
on
the
Cavorite
blinds
,
to
see
if
I
could
guess
by
any
means
how
the
sphere
was
travelling
.
The
first
blind
I
opened
I
shut
at
once
,
and
hung
for
a
time
flattened
and
blinded
by
the
sunlight
that
had
hit
me
.
After
thinking
a
little
I
started
upon
the
windows
at
right
angles
to
this
one
,
and
got
the
huge
crescent
moon
and
the
little
crescent
earth
behind
it
,
the
second
time
.
I
was
amazed
to
find
how
far
I
was
from
the
moon
.
I
had
reckoned
that
not
only
should
I
have
little
or
none
of
the
"
kick-off
"
that
the
earth
's
atmosphere
had
given
us
at
our
start
,
but
that
the
tangential
"
fly
off
"
of
the
moon
's
spin
would
be
at
least
twenty-eight
times
less
than
the
earth
's
.
I
had
expected
to
discover
myself
hanging
over
our
crater
,
and
on
the
edge
of
the
night
,
but
all
that
was
now
only
a
part
of
the
outline
of
the
white
crescent
that
filled
the
sky
.
And
Cavor
--
?
He
was
already
infinitesimal
.
I
tried
to
imagine
what
could
have
happened
to
him
.
But
at
that
time
I
could
think
of
nothing
but
death
.
I
seemed
to
see
him
,
bent
and
smashed
at
the
foot
of
some
interminably
high
cascade
of
blue
.
And
all
about
him
the
stupid
insects
stared
...
