“You mean you can see, as it were in space, millions of little rooms—a little different” choked Mag.
“Yes I can—quite distinctly—solid—no end to them.”
“I think it’s a perfectly horrible idea” stated Jan complacently.
“It isn’t—I love it and it’s true ... you go on and on and on, filling space.”
“Then space is solid.”
“It is solid. People who talk of empty space don’t think ... space is more solid than a wall ... yes ... more solid than a diamond—girls, I’m sure.”
“Space is full of glorious stars....”
“Yes; I know but that’s such a tiny bit of it....”
“Millions and trillions of miles.”
“Those are only words. Everything is words.”