“There was the sheer Antarctic landscape, and the mind moving across it like a brush on canvas, until the brush was laid aside, and the snow buried it.” — Elizabeth Arthur Copy Share Image
“There was the sheer Antarctic landscape, and the mind moving across it like a brush on canvas, until the brush was laid aside, and… — Elizabeth Arthur Copy Share Image
“Memories are peculiar...You think the past is there, all fixed and stable, but it is really chock full of surprises and endlessly susceptible to… — Elizabeth Arthur Copy Share Image
