“There are eight planets. They have old names, names we no longer understand.
“Curry Me, Uvens, Heart, Arms, Jiter Up, Rat Sun, Saurun and Punnete. Some of the ancient writings speak of a ninth, called Loutp.”
The old man who lives upstairs from me is mad. Everyone knows that there are four planets. The Moon, and the other three, which are like stars but they don’t twinkle. One of them is red.
He talks about a part of the sun, the bright streak which appears at dawn and dusk, but I can’t understand him.