How I got into the platform I’m unable to say. Perhaps the Canadian transferred me there. But I could breathe, I could inhale the life–giving
I rushed on to the platform. Yes! the open sea, with but a few scattered pieces of ice and moving icebergs–a long stretch of sea;
The next morning, the 19th of February, I saw the Canadian enter my room. I expected this visit. He looked very disappointed. “Well, sir?” said
The next day, the 12th of February, at the dawn of day, the Nautilus rose to the surface. I hastened on to the platform. Three
We now come to the second part of our journey under the sea. The first ended with the moving scene in the coral cemetery which
The next day was the 9th of November. I awoke after a long sleep of twelve hours. Conseil came, according to custom, to know “how
It was twilight. The Industrialist had entirely missed the evening meal and remained unaware of the fact. He said, “Do you really think the ship
Red and Slim had trailed their elders with the experience of youth, aided by the absorption and anxiety of their fathers. Their view of the
The Astronomer entered the dining room with decorum. He felt very much the guest. He said, “Where are the youngsters? My son isn’t in his
There was a spatter of pebbles against the window and the youngster stirred in his sleep. Another, and he was awake. He sat up stiffly
For some days the Nautilus kept veering away from the American coast. It obviously didn’t want to frequent the waves of the Gulf of Mexico
We looked at the edge of the forest without rising, my hand stopping in the action of putting it to my mouth, Ned Land’s completing
The Industrialist said, “It’s the workmanship that gets me. I never saw such construction.” “What good is it now?” said the Astronomer, bitterly. “There’s nothing
During the night of the 27th or 28th of December, the Nautilus left the shores of Vanikoro with great speed. Her course was south-westerly, and
“Fuun, in that case, let’s go take a look.”“Nntto, Priscilla will be happy if there is food.” Are dumplings more precious than flowers? Mistral and
“We’ll be going to your osofu-chan’s[1] house tonight.”My mother says that to me as I help clean up after dinner. The yearly tradition.My osofu-chan, from
I’m waving goodbye when I’m enveloped within a three-dimensional technique formula.I really missed all of this. I continue waving to everyone up until my vision
“No, no…” Beside Priscilla-chan who is groaning out, I am also groaning. We can’t come up with any good names. How do the otou-san and
Oh, come on.Just as soon as I got back, Priscilla-chan begins to lead me around.It can’t be helped, so I start to chase her. Fufufu,
Mistral seems to be acquainted with Gild-san. I guess that’s to be expected, too. Mistral is the Dragon Princess and Gild-san was originally a Dragon
The air clears and the sight of the deep forest calms my heart.I’ve returned. I take in the deeply moving ancient forest. Yeah, nothing’s changed.
Gild-san doesn’t say much about his saber. He only tells me that it is an important memento of his late wife. I don’t ask anything