*Well, w when I had been dead about thirty years I begun to get a little anxious. Mind you, had been whizzing through space all that time, like a co­met. Like a comet! Why, Peters, I laid over the lot of them! Of course there warn’t any of them going my way, as a steady thing, you know, because they travel in a long circle like the loop of a lasso, whe­reas I was pointed as straight as a dart for the He­reafter; but I happened on one every now and then that was going my way for an hour or so, and then we had a bit of a brush together. But it was gene­rally pretty one-sided, because I sailed by them the same as if they were standing still. An ordinary comet don’t make more than about 200,000 miles a minute.*