This day, as I fly, the lava world is calm. There is something surprising in the tranquility of this deserted landscape where once a thousand volcanoes boomed to each other in their great subterranean organs and spat forth their fire. I fly over a world mute and abandoned, strewn with black glaciers.

Wind, Sand and Stars, Chapter 5, Section I (pp. 99-100), Reynal & Hitchcock. 1939