April 6th.—Last night had a fine view of Alpha Lyrae, whose disk, through our captain’s spyglass, subtends an angle of half a degree, looking very much as our sun does to the naked eye on a misty day. Alpha Lyrae, although so very much larger than our sun, by the by, resembles him closely as regards its spots, its atmosphere, and in many other particulars. It is only within the last century, Pundit tells me, that the binary relation existing between these two orbs began even to be suspected. The evident motion of our system in the heavens was (strange to say!) referred to an orbit about a prodigious star in the centre of the galaxy. About this star, or at all events about a centre of gravity common to all the globes of the Milky Way and supposed to be near Alcyone in the Pleiades, every one of these globes was declared to be revolving, our own performing the circuit in a period of 117,000,000 of years! We, with our present lights, our vast telescopic improvements, and so forth, of course find it difficult to comprehend the ground of an idea such as this. Its first propagator was one Mudler. He was led, we must presume, to this wild hypothesis by mere analogy in the first instance; but, this being the case, he should have at least adhered to analogy in its development. A great central orb was, in fact, suggested; so far Mudler was consistent. This central orb, however, dynamically, should have been greater than all its surrounding orbs taken together. The question might then have been asked—“Why do we not see it?”—we, especially, who occupy the mid region of the cluster—the very locality near which, at least, must be situated this inconceivable central sun. The astronomer, perhaps, at this point, took refuge in the suggestion of non-luminosity; and here analogy was suddenly let fall. But even admitting the central orb non-luminous, how did he manage to explain its failure to be rendered visible by the incalculable host of glorious suns glaring in all directions about it? No doubt what he finally maintained was merely a centre of gravity common to all the revolving orbs—but here again analogy must have been let fall. Our system revolves, it is true, about a common centre of gravity, but it does this in connection with and in consequence of a material sun whose mass more than counterbalances the rest of the system. The mathematical circle is a curve composed of an infinity of straight lines; but this idea of the circle—this idea of it which, in regard to all earthly geometry, we consider as merely the mathematical, in contradistinction from the practical, idea—is, in sober fact, the practical conception which alone we have any right to entertain in respect to those Titanic circles with which we have to deal, at least in fancy, when we suppose our system, with its fellows, revolving about a point in the centre of the galaxy. Let the most vigorous of human imaginations but attempt to take a single step toward the comprehension of a circuit so unutterable! It would scarcely be paradoxical to say that a flash of lightning itself, travelling forever upon the circumference of this inconceivable circle, would still forever be travelling in a straight line. That the path of our sun along such a circumference—that the direction of our system in such an orbit—would, to any human perception, deviate in the slightest degree from a straight line even in a million of years, is a proposition not to be entertained; and yet these ancient astronomers were absolutely cajoled, it appears, into believing that a decisive curvature had become apparent during the brief period of their astronomical history—during the mere point—during the utter nothingness of two or three thousand years! How incomprehensible, that considerations such as this did not at once indicate to them the true state of affairs—that of the binary revolution of our sun and Alpha Lyrae around a common centre of gravity!
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Chapter List-
Short Fiction
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Edgar Allan Poe
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The Life of Edgar Allan Poe
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The Death of Edgar Allan Poe
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Chapter_7
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Chapter_8
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Chapter_9
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Chapter_10
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Chapter_11
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Chapter_12
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Chapter_13
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Chapter_14
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Chapter_15
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Chapter_16
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Chapter_17
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Chapter_18
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Chapter_19
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Chapter_20
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Chapter_21
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Chapter_22
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Chapter_23
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Chapter_24
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Chapter_25
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Chapter_26
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Chapter_27
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Chapter_28
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Chapter_29
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Chapter_30
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Chapter_31
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Chapter_32
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Chapter_33
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Chapter_34
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Chapter_35
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Chapter_36
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Why the Little Frenchman Wears His Hand in a Sling
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Chapter_38
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Chapter_39
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Chapter_40
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Chapter_41
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Chapter_42
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Chapter_43
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Never Bet the Devil Your Head
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Chapter_45
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Three Sundays in a Week
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The Oval Portrait
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The Masque of the Red Death
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Chapter_49
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Chapter_50
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Chapter_51
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The Telltale Heart
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Chapter_53
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The Black Cat
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Chapter_55
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The Spectacles
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A Tale of the Ragged Mountains
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The Premature Burial
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Mesmeric Revelation
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The Oblong Box
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The Angel of the Odd
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Thou Art the Man
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The Literary Life of Thingum Bob,Esq.
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Chapter_64
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Chapter_65
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Some Words with a Mummy
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The Power of Words
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The Imp of the Perverse
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The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether
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The Facts in the Case ofM.Valdemar
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The Sphinx
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The Cask of Amontillado
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Chapter_73
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Mellonta Tauta
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Chapter_75
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Chapter_76
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Chapter_77
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Chapter_78
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Chapter_79
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Chapter_80
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Chapter_81
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Chapter_82
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Hop-Frog
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Von Kempelen and His Discovery
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X-ing a Paragrab
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Landor’s Cottage
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Endnotes