I heard the fission bomb test clearly and I was over a hundred miles away.

What is the heaven itself, but (as Gerson compares it well) as a great clock regularly moving in an equall sway of all the orbs, without difference of poyse, without variation of minutes, in a constant state of eviternall evennesse, both of being and motion.

The meso- and metathorax are large and powerful, and become fused together into one solid mass, which may conveniently be termed the synthorax.

A second later, all I could think of was following Dad through the complex pattern of heel turns, weaves, spins and sweeping movements across the floor.