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For this apple is a little universe in its own right.


 So, they escorted me, and along the way I learned yes, this was indeed France, but New France. They took me before their Viceroy, who asked me my name, my country, and what manner of person I was; I satisfied his curiosity, and related the story of my journey and its gladdening outcome. Whether he believed or just humoured me, he was kind enough to furnish me with a chamber in his appartments. 

I was so happy to meet a man of letters, who was not at all surprised to hear the Earth must had turned while I rose two leagues above Paris, for I had obviously come to rest in Canada. 

That evening, as I prepared for bed, the Viceroy visited my chamber. 

'I would not have wished to disturb your rest', he said, 'had I but believed someone who could travel so far in half a day was not also indefatigable.

'You don't know this, but I have just returned from a jolly affair with our Fathers. They are pretty much convinced you're a magician, and honestly the best you can expect of them is to be accepted as an imposter. Here's the thing: What you say about the Earth's motion poses a paradox; look, I'll be frank with you. There's no way you could have departed Paris yesterday to arrive here today, because the Sun, by its motion through the sky, would draw you by your bottles, as Ptolemy and our modern philosophers teach. You see, the Sun moves about this motionless Earth, which we find and feel firm beneath our feet.'

'Monsieur', I replied, 'this is why we are obliged to believe the contrary. 

'First, it is natural to think the Sun resides at the centre of the Universe. The radical fire dwells in the heart of the kingdom so it may best serve the need of all quarters, just as the means of generation in living things is found in their midst. So we see Nature has so placed the genitals in man, the apple's pips and the fruit's stone. The onion's hundred layers hold the precious germ from which millions more will derive their being.

'For this apple is a little universe in its own right, and its seed is its Sun, warmest part of all, diffusing itself throughout its globe, preserving it by its natural heat, feeding upon the vegetal salt contained by this little mass, and turning it into warmth.'

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