I changed into my flying suit and stepped into the gondola. I’d never done anything like this before, but the Professor said there was nothing to it. “There’s nothing to it,” he said. “I believe you,” I answered, mindful of the wind out of the east. We cut loose the ballast and drifted slowly into the morning. The professor pointed out salient features in the landscape as it passed beneath us. “How do we know when we get there,” I asked him. “Ah,” he answered mysteriously, stroking his goateed chin, gazing into the rising sun, “that’s the crux, isn’t it?”
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