What we heard was not the fabulous note of any buried blasphemy of elder earth from whose supernal toughness an age-denied polar sun had evoked a monstrous response. Instead, it was a thing so mockingly normal and so unerringly familiarised by our sea days off Victoria Land and our camp days at McMurdo Sound that we shuddered to think of it here, where such things ought not to be.
Entzun genuen soinua ez zuen sortu antzinako aroetan hilobiratutako inongo biraozko izakik, bere naturaz gaindiko gogortasuna aroetan ukatutako poloetako eguzkiak esnatuta. Ez, hain gauza arrunt eta normala zenez, eta horrekin Victoria Lurraldean eta McMurdo badian egon gineneko garaitik hain ohituta geundenez, momentuan ezagutu genuen;