I've always enjoyed stories of Polar exploration, both fiction and non-fiction. I think it's because incredible journeys have been undertaken which put men under such duress, they all seem a bit surreal. The true stories are often more unbelievable than the fictitious ones.This story I loved. Tol...
In the tent where we stayed together there was scarcely a moment of stillness for all the turning and sighs of waking men. Even those who did sleep were not at peace. We all of us had strange and heavy dreams, and often men muttered in their sleep or moaned or sometimes woke themselves and the re...
Words come back. Something about a girl on a sled, and her cousin the arch-duke. The opening of 'The Waste Land', just a piece of a poem that we studied at school. When I get home I will look it out. It must be there somewhere on the shelves, but such a slim book slipped in among all the others t...
