From the Earth to the Moon by Verne, Jules

twice before making the experiment. What would you say, then,

if we were talking of going to Neptune, which revolves at a

distance of more than two thousand seven hundred and twenty

millions of miles from the sun! And yet what is that compared

with the distance of the fixed stars, some of which, such as Arcturus,

are billions of miles distant from us? And then you talk of the

distance which separates the planets from the sun! And there

are people who affirm that such a thing as distance exists.

Absurdity, folly, idiotic nonsense! Would you know what I think

of our own solar universe? Shall I tell you my theory? It is

very simple! In my opinion the solar system is a solid

homogeneous body; the planets which compose it are in actual

contact with each other; and whatever space exists between them

is nothing more than the space which separates the molecules of

the densest metal, such as silver, iron, or platinum! I have

the right, therefore, to affirm, and I repeat, with the

conviction which must penetrate all your minds, `Distance is

but an empty name; distance does not really exist!'”

“Hurrah!” cried one voice (need it be said it was that of

J. T. Maston). “Distance does not exist!” And overcome by the

energy of his movements, he nearly fell from the platform to

the ground. He just escaped a severe fall, which would have

proved to him that distance was by no means an empty name.

“Gentlemen,” resumed the orator, “I repeat that the distance

between the earth and her satellite is a mere trifle, and

undeserving of serious consideration. I am convinced that

before twenty years are over one-half of our earth will have

paid a visit to the moon. Now, my worthy friends, if you have

any question to put to me, you will, I fear, sadly embarrass a

poor man like myself; still I will do my best to answer you.”

Up to this point the president of the Gun Club had been

satisfied with the turn which the discussion had assumed.

It became now, however, desirable to divert Ardan from

questions of a practical nature, with which he was doubtless

far less conversant. Barbicane, therefore, hastened to get in

a word, and began by asking his new friend whether he thought

that the moon and the planets were inhabited.

“You put before me a great problem, my worthy president,”

replied the orator, smiling. “Still, men of great intelligence,

such as Plutarch, Swedenborg, Bernardin de St. Pierre, and

others have, if I mistake not, pronounced in the affirmative.

Looking at the question from the natural philosopher’s point of

view, I should say that nothing useless existed in the world;

and, replying to your question by another, I should venture to

assert, that if these worlds are habitable, they either are,

have been, or will be inhabited.”

“No one could answer more logically or fairly,” replied the

president. “The question then reverts to this: Are these

worlds habitable? For my own part I believe they are.”

“For myself, I feel certain of it,” said Michel Ardan.

“Nevertheless,” retorted one of the audience, “there are many

arguments against the habitability of the worlds. The conditions

of life must evidently be greatly modified upon the majority

of them. To mention only the planets, we should be either

broiled alive in some, or frozen to death in others, according

as they are more or less removed from the sun.”

“I regret,” replied Michel Ardan, “that I have not the honor of

personally knowing my contradictor, for I would have attempted

to answer him. His objection has its merits, I admit; but I

think we may successfully combat it, as well as all others which

affect the habitability of other worlds. If I were a natural

philosopher, I would tell him that if less of caloric were set

in motion upon the planets which are nearest to the sun, and

more, on the contrary, upon those which are farthest removed

from it, this simple fact would alone suffice to equalize the

heat, and to render the temperature of those worlds supportable

by beings organized like ourselves. If I were a naturalist,

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