If Antarctica were music it would be Mozart. Art, and it would be Michelangelo. Literature, and it would be Shakespeare. And yet it is something even greater; the only place on earth that is still as it should be. May we never tame it.
Even after a bad harvest there must be sowing.
You cannot expect to be on intimate terms with everybody on your club, and there is no reason why you should be, so long as you are playing the game.
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