Ejnar Mikkelsen

“Where there were no other insects than the fleas our dogs carried in their thick coat, if even they had not be frozen to death.”
― Ejnar Mikkelsen

“for you can scarcely take in the wonder of it, when the sun does at last return after being below the horizon for close on four months. You miss it dreadfully, as you miss its most faithful companion, shadow; you feel so strangely naked, so alone without your shadow. But the sun had come back and our shadows with it; black and so infinitely long that they almost seemed to reach the horizon in the north. We had run up on to the crest of the ridge to keep the sun in view as long as possible, and had stared southwards straight at its orange-coloured disc as it rolled along the horizon in a blaze of colours, so violent and so inharmonious in their fervour, as if it were a blaze kindled by demons wanting to burn the earth to cinders. Yet at the”
― Ejnar Mikkelsen, Against the Ice: The Classic Arctic Survival Story