The events of the day's march are now becoming so dreary and dispiriting that one longs to forget them when we camp; it is an effort even to record them in a diary.

The dog lives for the day, the hour, even the moment.

I fear we have shot our bolt - but we have been to Pole and done the longest journey on record.

I may not have proved a great explorer, but we have done the greatest march ever made and come very near to great success.

Every day some new fact comes to light - some new obstacle which threatens the gravest obstruction. I suppose this is the reason which makes the game so well worth playing.

Slowly but surely the sea is freezing over.