I will turn my hand against you.
I will smelt away your dross in the furnace.
I will remove all the base metal from you.
Isaiah I: 26
“My year in the north has not been, as I thought it, a year of conquest of the elements, but of conquest of myself.
And because of the peculiarity of my conquest, the Arctic is for me no longer a source of suffering but of joy.
It is the crucible in which, slowly and patiently, the dross in my nature has to some extent been melted away.
In this Arctic have I found my peace, the peace I was never able find Outside.”
Gontran De Poncins