Book: Terror

The bliss of death is that there is no pain, and no consciousness of self.

Tincture of Lobelia was the most powerful stimulant for the respiratory system remaining in my empty medicine Cabinet, means in which boundless faith Dr. peddy. "It has resurrected and Christ on the day before," drunk very often repeats the paddy, remembering the Lord's name in vain.

I read that the American writer. A strange guy named, if I remember correctly. Very melancholic, painfully bleak compositions, sometimes just pathologically creepy. Overall not very good, but very American in some indefinable sense.

The captain of the "Terror" often thought about the fact that he did not know anything about the future - except that his ship "Erebus" will never go under steam or sail - but then reminded myself that one thing he did know for sure: when he runs out of whiskey, Francis Rawdon Moira crozier put a bullet in the head.

Let people know. Crozier knew that they know. They knew that out there on the ice Devil, and not some Arctic bear unusually large size. Captain Francis crozier did not consider such an opinion erroneous - in spite of all your contemptuous remarks made tonight for a glass of brandy in the company of captain Fitzjames, but he knew another thing people did not know, namely that the Devil trying to destroy them here, in the Kingdom of the Devil, it's not only the white furry monster that kills and devours humans one after the other, but everything, absolutely everything here: the relentless cold, clenching the ships ice, electrical storms, strange absence of seals, whales, birds and walruses and land animals, the inexorable advance of the pack, icebergs moving across the white frozen sea, but does not leave a single narrow strip of open water behind him, a sudden powerful shudder of the ice fields, accompanied by the appearance toronyi ridges, the dancing stars, carelessly sealed cans with food now turned to poison, and not the summer, and is not open passageways - everything. The monster in the ice was simply another incarnation of the Devil, who wanted them dead. And wanted them to suffer.

The human body is only a shell of a soul - and represents just a piece of meat, when the soul goes away.

- Maybe this year the ice is much stronger than in the forty-sixth.
- Maybe I will pop a pack of monkeys.

When Tom Blank broke the third wooden leg, he realized that this was the end.

The problem of the relationship of teacher and student, not for the first time realized it, is that they always remain unchanged, when everything changes.

Less legible and more unscrupulous captain drunk would declare their rights to the rum intended for the sailors. But Francis crozier did not like the rum. Never loved. He drank whiskey, and when the whiskey runs out, will end his life.

Free to navigate coastal waters, the assurances of sir John, there were only thirty or fifty miles ahead. They with the same success could be on the moon.

Time... time with a capital... much longer than we can imagine.

Revenge, according to some philosophers, is one of the most universal motives of human beings.

Crozier knew that already long ago became such a drunkard, for whom the number is always more important than quality.