“The whole place seems so strange and unlike anything else in the world…when the hazy clouds spring silently from either hand and drift quickly across our zenith not followed by any wind it seems almost uncanny. Then comes a puff of wind…seemingly to obey no law acting on erratic impulses. It seems as though we were truly at the worlds end and were bursting in on the birthplace of the clouds and the nesting home of the four winds and that we mortals were being watched with a jealous eye by these children on Nature.”
— Ernest Shackleton