Tavistock,Sweat,Unsatisfaction, Self Aversion, The Trip on the Mothership

(At a distance difficult for me to estimate, a huge metal sphere is hanging in the darkness of space, reflecting only weakly the light of the Sun. Very slowly now the speed of the beamship decreases. Semjase is sitting very attentively before her instrument panels, steering knowingly and carefully in the direction of the huge sphere, which looks to me like a small planet[4]. I can see, way down in the lower third, a little to the left, a big gap is opening laterally, which I soon recognise as an entrance hatch. It's doubtlessly a hangar, into which we are now slowly flying.