Beno

“FitzRoy felt a sudden urge to stop in the middle of the swarm, and perform an about-turn; to shout at his fellows, that there were other places in this world, other peoples, that most of them would never even become aware of, other sights and sounds that were every bit as vital a part of God's universe as they were. He wanted to tell them of sixty-foot waves, of crashing earthquakes and exploding volcanoes, of majestic Araucanian tribesmen with long, tapering lances, of wild-haired, white painted Fuegians lighting fires on their lonely windswept shores at the far end of the world”
― Harry Thompson, This Thing of Darkness