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A Journey to the Interior of the Earth

A Battle Of Monsters
SATURDAY, AUGUST 15.--The sea unbroken all round. No land in sight. The horizon
seems extremely distant.
My head is still stupefied with the vivid reality of my dream.
My uncle has had no dreams, but he is out of temper. He examines the horizon all round
with his glass, and folds his arms with the air of an injured man.
I remark that Professor Liedenbrock has a tendency to relapse into an impatient mood,
and I make a note of it in my log. All my danger and sufferings were needed to strike a
spark of human. feeling out of him; but now that I am well his nature has resumed its
sway. And yet, what cause was there for anger? Is not the voyage prospering as
favourably as possible under the circumstances? Is not the raft spinning along with
marvellous speed?
"-You seem anxious, my uncle," I said, seeing him continually with his glass to his eye.
"Anxious! No, not at all."
"Impatient, then?"
"One might be, with less reason than now."
"Yet we are going very fast."
"What does that signify? I am not complaining that the rate is slow, but that the sea is so
I then remembered that the Professor, before starting, had estimated the length of this
underground sea at thirty leagues. Now we had made three times the distance, yet still the
southern coast was not in sight.
"We are not descending as we ought to be," the Professor declares. "We are losing time,
and the fact is, I have not come all this way to take a little sail upon a pond on a raft."
He called this sea a pond, and our long voyage, taking a little sail!
"But," I remarked, "since we have followed the road that Saknussemm has shown us--"
"That is just the question. Have we followed that road? Did Saknussemm meet this sheet
of water? Did he cross it? Has not the stream that we followed led us altogether astray?"