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"We must turn round," said Cavor, "and float back to back, with the things between us."

It was the strangest sensation conceivable, floating thus loosely in space, at first indeed horribly strange, and when the horror passed, not disagreeable at all, exceeding restful;  indeed, the nearest thing in earthly experience to it that I know is lying on a very thick, soft feather bed.  But the quality of utter detachment and independence!  I had not reckoned on things like this.  I had expected a violent jerk at starting, a giddy sense of speed.  Instead I felt—as if I were disembodied.  It was not like the beginning of a journey;  it was like the beginning of a dream.

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