“ If I had not some strength of will I would make a first class drunkard. ”
We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.
~ Ernest Shackleton
My good friend the Governor said I could settle down at Port Stanley and take things quietly for a few weeks. The street of that port is about a mile and a half long. It has the slaughterhouse at one end and the graveyard at the other. The chief distraction is to walk from the slaughterhouse to the graveyard. For a change one may walk from the graveyard to the slaughterhouse.
