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In
a distant and second-hand set of dimensions, in an astral plane that
was never meant to fly, the curling star-mists waver and part... See...
Great A'Tuin the turtle comes, swimming slowly through the interstellar
gulf, hydrogen frost on his ponderous limbs, his huge and ancient shell
pocked With meteor craters. Through sea-sized eyes that are crusted
with rheum and asteroid dust He stares fixedly at the Destination. In a
brain bigger than a city, with geological Slowness, He thinks only of
the Weight. Most of the weight is of course accounted for by Berilia,
Tubul, Great T'Phon and Jerakeen, the four giant elephants upon whose
broad and startanned shoulders the disc of the World rests, garlanded
by the long waterfall at its vast circumference and domed by the
baby-blue vault of Heaven. |