As we all went up it occurred to me that there ought to be a man at the
helm. I raised my voice not much above a whisper, and, noiselessly, an
uncomplaining spirit in a fever-wasted body appeared in the light aft,
the head with hollow eyes illuminated against the blackness which had
swallowed up our world--and the universe. The bared forearm extended
over the upper spokes seemed to shine with a light of its own.