"Well, Madame, we've arrived.

This is the moon and there is the earth.
To put it into plain figures, you are now two hundred and forty thousand odd miles away from home.

I think you said you would like breakfast on the surface of the World that Has Been, and so, as it's about eleven o'clock earth-time, we'll call it a _dejeuner_, and then we'll go and see what this poor old skeleton of a world is like." "Oh, then we shan't actually have breakfast on the moon ?" "My dear child, of course you will.

Isn't the _Astronef_ resting now--right now as they say in some parts of the States--on the top of the crater wall of Tycho?
Aren't we really and actually on the surface of the moon?
Just look at this frightful black and white, god-forsaken landscape! Isn't it like everything that you've ever learnt about the moon?
Nothing but light and shade, black and white, peaks of mountains blazing in sunlight, and valleys underneath them as black as the hinges of----" "Tophet," said Zaidie, interrupting him quickly.

"Yes, I see what you mean.