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The White Darkness

A solitary journey across Antarctica

“The man felt like a speck in the frozen nothingness. Every direction he turned, he could see ice stretching to the edge of the Earth: white ice and blue ice, glacial-ice tongues and ice wedges. There were no living creatures in sight. Not a bear or even a bird. Nothing but him.”

So begins what is a very long magazine story, even by the standards of The New Yorker in which it appears, but it repays every bit of your time reading it. I found myself entranced, deeply moved, inspired and in awe of the courage of its subject: polar explorer Henry Worsley.

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