“The crack had cut through the site of my tent. I stood on the edge of the new fracture, and, looking across the widening channel of water, could see the spot where for many months my head and shoulders had rested when I was in my sleeping bag. The depression formed by my body and legs was on our side of the crack. The ice had sunk under my weight during our months of waiting in the tent, and I had many times put snow under the bag to fill the hollow. … How fragile and precarious had been our resting place! Yet usage had dulled our sense of danger. … Now our home was being shattered under our feet, and we had a sense of loss and incompleteness hard to describe.”
— Ernest Shackleton, South
Shackleton’s thoughtfulness and insight enhances his sense of drama and adventure. What a wonderfully complex man.