A Battle of Monsters

           Saturday,August15.Theseaunbrokenallround.Nolandinsight.Thehorizonseemsextremelydistant.

           Myheadisstillstupefiedwiththevividrealityofmydream.

           Myunclehashadnodreams,butheisoutoftemper.Heexaminesthehorizonallroundwithhisglass,andfoldshisarmswiththeairofaninjuredman.

           IremarkthatProfessorLiedenbrockhasatendencytorelapseintoanimpatientmood,andImakeanoteofitinmylog.Allmydangerandsufferingswereneededtostrikeasparkofhuman.feelingoutofhim;butnowthatIamwellhisnaturehasresumeditssway.Andyet,whatcausewasthereforanger?Isnotthevoyageprosperingasfavourablyaspossibleunderthecircumstances?Isnottheraftspinningalongwithmarvellousspeed?

           "-Youseemanxious,myuncle,"Isaid,seeinghimcontinuallywithhisglasstohiseye.

           "Anxious!No,notatall."

           "Impatient,then?"

           "Onemightbe,withlessreasonthannow."

           "Yetwearegoingveryfast."

           "Whatdoesthatsignify?Iamnotcomplainingthattherateisslow,butthattheseaissowide."

           IthenrememberedthattheProfessor,beforestarting,hadestimatedthelengthofthisundergroundseaatthirtyleagues.

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