Fridtjof Nansen,
Farthest North, Vol. I
“ We are moving northward, and meanwhile the Arctic night is making its slow and majestic entrance. The sun was low to-day; [558] I did not see it because of banks of cloud in the south; but it still sent its light up over the pale sky. There the full moon is now reigning, bathing the great ice plain and the drifting snow in its bright light. How a night such as this raises one’s thoughts! It does not matter if one has seen the like a thousand times before; it makes the same solemn impression when it comes again; one cannot free one’s mind from its power. ”
