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Then they wondered if there were men in the stars. Why not? And as creation is harmonious, the inhabitants of Sirius ought to be huge, those of Mars middle-sized, those of Venus very small. Unless it is the same everywhere. There are businessmen, police up there; people trade, fight, dethrone their kings. Some shooting stars suddenly slid past, describing a course in the sky like the parabola of a monstrous rocket. __y Word,_ said Bouvard, __ook at those worlds disappearing._ Pecuchet replied: __f our world in its turn danced about, the citizens of the stars would be no more impressed than we are now. Ideas like that are rather humbling._ __hat is the point of it all?_ __erhaps there isn__ a point._ __et_ and Pecuchet repeated the word two or three times, without finding anything more to say.
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Then they wondered if there were men in the stars. Why not? And as creation is harmonious, the inhabitants of Sirius ought to be huge, those of Mars middle-sized, those of Venus very small. Unless it is the same everywhere. There are businessmen, police up there; people trade, fight, dethrone their kings. Some shooting stars suddenly slid past, describing a course in the sky like the parabola of a monstrous rocket. __y Word,_ said Bouvard, __ook at those worlds disappearing._ Pecuchet replied: __f our world in its turn danced about, the citizens of the stars would be no more impressed than we are now. Ideas like that are rather humbling._ __hat is the point of it all?_ __erhaps there isn__ a point._ __et_ and Pecuchet repeated the word two or three times, without finding anything more to say.
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