4484. Soon the fronds began to merge into a jumble of forms so chaotic that try as he might, his eye was unable to focus of a single leaf. The, suddenly the plane left the ground.
4485. As the plane left the ground, the landscape he had been looking at with an hypnotic fascination began to recede from view, and as it receded it seemed to drastically slow down.
4486. Those green leaves that had seemed to be moving along at a hundred miles an hour just outside his window, now seemed to be hardly moving at all.
4487. As the landscape came to an apparent standstill, Coromo came to the only possible conclusion under the circumstances; he decided that the plane had stopped moving.