Inferentially the green remainder, or
two-fifths, was the water or ocean covered area. Such a proportion
was nearly the precise reverse of that obtaining on the earth.
Chick puzzled over other strange names--H'Alara, Mal Somnal,
Bloudou San, and the like. Not one name or outline that he could
place!
How could he make his discovery fit with the words of Dr. Holcomb,
and with what philosophy he knew? Somehow there was too much life,
too much reality, to fit in with any spiritistic hypothesis. He
was surrounded by real matter, atomic, molecular, cellular. He was
certain that if he were put to it he could prove right here every
law from those put forth by Newton to the present.
It was still the material universe; that was certain. Therefor it
was equally certain that the doctor had made a most prodigious
discovery. But--what was it? What was the law that had fallen out
of the Blind Spot?
He gave it up, and stepped to one of the suite's numerous windows.
They were all provided with clear glass. Now was his opportunity
for an uninterrupted, leisurely survey of the world about him.
As before, he noted the maze of splendid, dazzling opalescence,
all the colours of the spectrum blending, weaving, vibrant, like a
vast plain of smooth, Gargantuan jewels. Then he made out
innumerable round domes, spread out in rows and in curves, without
seeming order or system; BUILDINGS, every roof a perfect gleaming
dome, its surface fairly alive with the reflected light of that
amazing sun.
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