USA, Alaska, Brooks Range, Hiroji Kubota, 1975
"A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless, without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter - a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphynx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and incommunicable wisdom of eterity laughing at the futility of life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild."
White Fang, de Jack London
* queridas pessoas, por razões de força maior (leia-se, não posso trazer livros da biblioteca porque me atrasei a entregar outros) tenho que usar o meu livro para fazer os posts deste mês. por isso, vai tudo em inglês. desculpem lá qualquer coisinha.