Mountains, compared with which the Alps or even the Andes would have seemed mere hillocks, towered up out of the vast depths beneath them.
Up to the lower edge of the all-covering cloud-sea they were clad with a golden-yellow vegetation, fields and forests, open, smiling valleys, and deep, dark ravines through which a thousand torrents thundered down from the eternal snows beyond, to spread themselves out in rivers and lakes in the valleys and plains which lay many thousands of feet below.
"What a lovely world!" said Zaidie, as she at last found her voice after what was almost a stupor of speechless wonder and admiration.

"And the light! Did you ever see anything like it?
It's neither moonlight nor sunlight.

See, there are no shadows down there, it's just all lovely silvery twilight.

Lenox, if Venus is as nice as she looks from here I don't think I shall want to go back.

It reminds me of Tennyson's Lotus Eaters, 'the Land where it is always afternoon.' "I think you are right after all.