Wednesday, April 28, 2010
27 April, 1911
No wind, no wind. Thinking of Coleridge again.
Have been walking about and came across bergs -- they are very beautiful, especially one which is pierced to form a huge arch. It will be interesting to climb around these monsters as the winter proceeds. In the dark.
Have organized a series of lectures for our entertainment and education. We have an extraordinary diversity of talent and training in our people; it would be difficult to imagine a company composed of experiences which differed so completely. We find one hut contains an experience of every country and every clime. What an assemblage of motley knowledge!
I wonder how Amundsen will be spending his winter? Bored to tears, I suspect.