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"In memories we were rich. We had pierced
the veneer of outside things. We had suffered, starved and triumphed,
groveled down yet grasped at glory, grown bigger in the bigness of the
whole. We had seen God in all His splendors, heard the text that nature
renders. We had reached the naked soul of man."
- South: The Last
Antartic... de Sir Ernest Schackleton |