sixteen-second

Updated: May 26, 2025

The Mark Boat's vertical spindle of light lies down to eastward, setting in the face of the following stars. We seem the only thing at rest under all the heavens; floating at ease till the earth's revolution shall turn up our landing-towers. And minute by minute our silent clock gives us a sixteen-second mile. "Some fine night," says Tim, "we'll be even with that clock's Master."

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