Under the gaze of Ulysses – 

Species, words and other landscapes 

a TRAVEL NOTEBOOK by Manuel Valente Alves

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Icy

“From outside, so icy cold that I can´t describe it. On the pond swims a membrane of ice. The birds wake up, noises. On the landing my steps so hollow. I dried my face in the cottage with a towel that was hanging there; it reeked so bitterly of sweat that I´ll carry the stench around with me all day long.”

–– Werner Herzog, Of Walking in Ice: Munich-Paris 23 November-14 December 1974 (2014) [Translated from the German by Marje Herzog and Alan Greenberg]

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