We were marooned in a frozen desert. There was not a sign of life on the horizon and a thousand signs of death... The marvel is we did not all die of cold.

We were marooned in a frozen desert. There was not a sign of life on the horizon and a thousand signs of death... The marvel is we did not all die of cold.

Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.