I gave not a thought to the things of the surface of this globe into which I had dived; its cities and its sunny plains, Hamburg and the Königstrasse, even poor Gräuben, who must have given us up for lost, all were for the time dismissed from the pages of my memory.
Ya nada existía para mí en la superficie del esferoide en cuyo seno me había engolfado: ni ciudades, ni campos, ni Hamburgo, ni la König-strasse, ni mi pobre Graüben, que, a la sazón, debía creerme para siempre perdido en las entrañas de la tierra.