Journey to the Center of the Earth Page #6

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orders to that effect?

You may not

remind me.

I don't wish your

correcting me incessantly.

Is that what

I'm doing?

You're doing it

with your looks,

with the posture

of your body.

Your entire presence is

a constant criticism of me.

I'm tired of it!

I've had enough!

You've had enough!

Let me tell you...

you dried-up walnut

of a man!

If anyone's had enough,

it's me!

It's I.

It's I! It's me!

It's Carla Goetaborg.

I quit!

I'm leaving!

May I send for

madam's horse and carriage?

Well, at least you know

I have a temper.

Alec will

keep the charts.

Alec!

Alec!

Why can't he

stay around?

Mushrooms! A forest

of mushrooms.

They might be hundreds

of years old,

but the small ones

we can eat.

They're delicious!

To think they grew

without sun

this far

under the earth.

All the food

we can eat!

Ha ha ha!

It's tougher

than leather.

- Ha ha!

- Ha ha!

We'll have new soles

for our shoes.

Ooh!

It's like

an oak tree!

Ah! Madam,

you're magnificent.

Mushroom steak,

mushroom soup, mushroom hash.

Let me say this...

If we'd had one more week

of that salted beef,

I would have perished.

Don't be too happy.

After some months

of this,

you'll want

salt beef again.

Yes. Months... months.

If we only knew

how many more.

There's no term

to the work of a scientist.

If you hadn't

been along,

this whole journey

would have been unbearable.

But that's not Professor

Lindenbrook's feeling.

It's mine.

You see, we have no sun...

and no moon... no stars,

but then you're here.

And what is the name

of the girl you love?

I beg your pardon?

The girl you love...

what's her name?

Jenny. But why would you

want to know that just now?

Oh, dear Alec.

There are times

when it's advisable

to jog

a young man's memory.

Professor!

Here's some hot mushroom porridge

for you, Sir Oliver.

I slept as I'd never

slept in Edinburgh.

No street noises,

no church bells,

no clatter of pans

from the kitchen.

I may move here

permanently.

What's our large friend

doing over there?

I don't know.

Special command of His Majesty.

Is that madman

still giving orders?

This is

his rest period.

When you fell asleep,

he went off

through the tunnel.

He came back and ordered

the mushrooms felled.

What in the world

can he want

with all those?

You've come

to ask me

why I didn't rest?

I don't sleep.

I hate those little

slashes of death.

It's a sea.

It's an ocean

with currents.

The ocean

of the underworld.

Some earthquake before

the beginning of history

cracked wide open

the great sea,

and, through the fissures,

poured this.

The fissures

closed again.

No map ever recorded

the Saknussemm Ocean.

I so christened it

while you were asleep.

It's the prerogative

of the discoverer.

I congratulate you.

There will be no more

notches to follow.

That's why

you ordered a raft.

I approve.

If I had my gun,

we'd have fresh meat.

That's what

he's saying!

He's a flesh-eater!

Can he swim?

No, thank God.

Ah!

Ah!

Aah!

Ahh!

The wind is blowing

down the street.

Here...

I brought you

some nice apples.

I wonder if it's cold

where they are.

Where they are...

indeed!

Are they anyplace?

McEwen, put that toy away

and take over the rudder.

Yes, sir.

I didn't say

throw it away!

It blew

out of my hand!

My watch!

Save the instruments!

My ring!

My wedding

ring!

A field of force

that snatches gold away.

This is it. This is it!

The junction

of magnetic forces

from the North

to the South Pole...

the center of the earth!

Aah!

Aah!

Hang on!

Hold on

to your rope, Alec!

Aah!

No! Aah!

Is everyone here?

Madam Goetaborg,

Alec...

Hans.

Gertrude.

And His Highness

over there.

So the expedition

with all the names

ends like this.

We're alive,

aren't we?

After all, we did hit

the center of the earth.

It hit us, laddie.

He probably wants to know

where we go next.

Tired minds

don't plan well.

Sleep first,

plan later.

When I refused

to eat my porridge

when I was a boy,

my mother used to say,

"Oliver, the day may come

when you'll very much

want that porridge."

Are you surprised

that I had a mother?

I was thinking

how proud she'd be

of that little boy

who wouldn't eat his porridge.

Here, duck.

Here, duck.

Gertrude!

Gertrude!

Gertrude!

Gertrude!

Gertrude!

Gertrude! Gertrude!

Gertrude!

Hans!

Hans!

Why do you look

at me like that?

Hans!

I needed food,

so I took it.

Professor, tell your man

to calm himself.

I won't engage

in a dispute

about

a slaughtered duck.

Professor!

Stop him!

Stop this fool!

Hans!

Hans!

You ingrates!

What can you do

without me?

Only I can show you the way

out of this, my realm.

Look out!

Aah!

This is

the sunken city.

After 5,000 years,

men behold a fragment

of the lost Atlantis.

All we know about it

comes from the Greek.

The floor

of the sea opened up

and swallowed the whole

island of Atlantis.

This must have been

the market square.

Professor!

Professor, this looks like

some sort of inn.

This is an inn,

an eating place, certainly.

Eating... what a word.

What a wonderful word.

Well, we've

learned one thing

about the inhabitants

of Atlantis...

they ate oysters.

Stale bread.

We must speak

to the baker.

Madam!

Madam!

Ja?

He's asking if that was

a temple to their god?

Yes, I'm

sure it is.

It's some sort

of altar stone

where the

sacred fame burned.

It's serpentine,

isn't it?

Exactly.

A massive form of asbestos.

At a moment like this,

I have no pad and pencil

to record this!

Ah!

Turn around, madam.

Don't look.

What is it?

The great Arne Saknussemm,

I presume.

So this is

as far as he came.

Say "How do you do"

to a brave man.

He must have

dragged himself

with a broken leg.

Look at that tibia.

There is nothing edible

in there.

Why not?

The Chinese eat eggs

over 400 years old.

Gunpowder.

Professor, look

at his right hand.

Professor, look

at his right hand.

It's pointing somewhere.

To that shaft

over there.

Of course! This is what

the pointing finger meant!

This is the way up.

He couldn't make it,

but we can.

This is a volcanic chimney.

The violent updraft means

a direct hatchway

to the surface.

We can climb up!

Madam,

explain to Hans.

Let him venture up

and reconnoiter.

The updraft

can't carry him away.

We'd roll up

our sleeves,

if we had any.

We mustn't hope

for too much.

We'll have to provide

some kind of light.

And food.

I'll go look around.

I'll comb every inch

of Atlantis.

If we only had

some shears,

we could

cut it off.

Could we?

Aye-aye!

Aye-aye!

Aye-aye!

Flints!

I found some flints.

Good lad.

We won't be walking

in darkness.

Madam!

I wish I had

better news for you.

It gives every indication

of a perfect passage upward,

straighter than the one

we descended, but...

But? But?

There's an obstacle,

a gigantic block of stone

obstructs the passageway.

Hans said only a landslide

could ever move it.

No. Let him be.

If all his hopes

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