We crawled through stony ravines - amidst fungi that ripped like thin bladders at our thrust, emitting a watery humour, over a perfect pavement of things like puffballs, and beneath intermingable thickets of scrub. And ever more hopelessly our eyes sought for our abandoned sphere.

The First Men in the Moon, Chapter XI (p. 115), Houghton Mifflin & Co. 1917