「Hark you, I soon shall reach the moon.
To-night, alone, with no projectile's aid!. . .」

「What are you saying?」

「I tell you, it is there, There, that they send me for my Paradise,
There I shall find at last the souls I love, In exile,
--Galileo --Socrates!

The elemental mass--ah yes! The hic. . .
Copernicus Said. . .」

「Mais que diable allait-il faire, Mais que diable allait-il faire dans cette galere?
. . . Philosopher, metaphysician,
Rhymer, brawler, and musician,
Famed for his lunar expedition,
And the unnumbered duels he fought,
-- And lover also,--by interposition!
-- Here lies Hercule Savinien De Cyrano de Bergerac,
Who was everything, yet was naught. 」

「...See, the moon-ray that comes to call me hence!」

「Take all! Despite you there is yet one thing I hold against you all」

『my panache』

--*ざくろ坠楼*

…空気力学先駆者