“Close your eyes and imagine the utter emptiness. A white nothingness – a brilliant, frost colored land – fat as an ice lake, burning the eyes with its whiteness. Not a bump, not a shrub, not a bird, not a breeze. Nothing but white every direction, horizon after horizon, on and on for over two hundred miles east to west, and almost one hundred miles north to south.”
“Close your eyes and imagine the utter emptiness. A white nothingness – a brilliant, frost colored land – fat as an ice lake, burning the eyes with its whiteness. Not a bump, not a shrub, not a bird, not a breeze. Nothing but white every direction, horizon after horizon, on and on for over two hundred miles east to west, and almost one hundred miles north to south.”