muove

One year, about Christmas,  we had an earthquake; it was strong enough to turn over a number of Native huts, it was probably of the power of an angry elephant. It came in three shocks, each of them lasted a few seconds, and there was a pause of a few seconds in between them. These intervals gave people time to form their ideas of the happening.

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The feeling of colossal pleasure lies chiefly in the consciousness that something which you have reckoned to be immovable has got in it to move on its own. That is probably one of the strongest sensations of joy and hope in the world. The dull globe, the dead mass, the earth itself, rose and stretched under me. It sent me out a message, the slightest touch, but of unbounded significance. It laughed so that the Native huts fell down and cried: E pur si muove.
Isak Dinesen