Sir Ernest Henry Shackleton, Shackleton in the Antarctic: Being the story of the British Antarctic expedition… (1911)
“ I did not go to a port because I wished to get the news of the expedition's work through to London before we faced the energetic newspaper men.That day in March was a wonderful one to all of us. For over a year we had seen nothing but rocks, ice, snow- 236 - and sea. No green growth had gladdened our eyes, no musical notes of birds had come to our ears. No man who has not spent a period of his life in those "stark and sullen solitudes that sentinel the Pole" will understand fully what trees, and flowers, and running streams mean to the soul of a man. ”
