But in that gale, the port, the land, is that ship’s direst jeopardy; she must fly all hospitality; one touch of land, though it but graze the keel, would make her shudder through and through.

This civilisation was the furthest advanced.

So it’s almost a relief to encounter an episode that allows me to be critical instead of fawningly reverent.

Men had to do triple Axels or at least attempt them with tenacity.