Nobody knew how far innumerable planets with cottages and cows, might be situated in outer or inner space: ‘inner,’ because why not assume their micro-cosmic presence in the golden globules ascending quick-quick in this flute of Moët or in the corpuscles of my, Van Veen’s bloodstream, or in the pus of a Mr. Nekto’s ripe boil newly lanced in Nektor or Neckton.