Fifty-six feet in a second, then, was the critical velocity with which I must be kicked off in order that I might never return.

I perceived at once that the giant would be able to accomplish it.

I turned and shouted up at him: "Hold on, I have something to say to you!" I dimly saw his mountainous face puckered into mighty wrinkles, out of which his eyes glared fiercely, and the next moment I was sailing into space.

I could no more have kept a balance than the earth can stand still upon its axis.

I had become a small planet myself, and, like all planets, I rotated.