

I am told that when confronted by a lunatic or one who under the influence of some great grief or shock contemplates suicide, you should take that man out-of-doors and walk him about: Nature will do the rest. Life in such surroundings is both mentally and physically cramped open-air exercise is restricted and in blizzards quite impossible, and you realize how much you lose by your inability to see the world about you when you are out-of-doors. And the darkness, accompanied it may be almost continually by howling blizzards which prevent you seeing your hand before your face. Night after night I bought big buns and chocolate at a stall on the island platform at Hatfield station, but always woke before I got a mouthful to my lips some companions who were not so highly strung were more fortunate, and ate their phantom meals. To what extent can hard work, or what may be called dramatic imagination, provide a substitute? Compare our thoughts on the march our food dreams at night the primitive way in which the loss of a crumb of biscuit may give a lasting sense of grievance. Both sexually and socially the polar explorer must make up his mind to be starved.

“committing suicide, both for your own sake and that of your companions.
