Ouacra cocha o dayodomo binay ouacra mo cocha ferji aphaï! Tokemata toutei’mano! Natan o de cheba mol nilay dabur da kaji. Dakta ma’oolzi... de Mondoshawan mol nilefta binay. Oualarta!
(An enemy aircraft with powerful weapons ambushed our ship! Tell me what happened, fools! The case they sought was already gone... head is spinning... the Mondoshawan are not dangerous... why... A prison.)
Oh bliss! Bliss and heaven! Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now. As I slooshied, I knew such lovely pictures!