I sat down to an English breakfast and ate with a sort of languid appetite⁠—an appetite many weeks old, and very decrepit⁠—and stirred myself to answer the questions of the four young men. And I told them the truth.

“Well,” said I, “as you press me⁠—I got it in the moon.”

“The moon?”

“Yes, the moon in the sky.”

“But how do you mean?”

“What I say, confound it!”

“That you have just come from the moon?”

“Exactly! through space⁠—in that ball.” And I took a delicious mouthful of egg. I made a private note that when I went back to the moon I would take a box of eggs.