human
I can converse now, said he.
gpt
Perhaps after all the danger lies more in the imagination than in the fact. But it is a hideous naked scene, and needs no such colouring as the roaring of wind, the rushing of seas, and the crashing falls of masses of ice to render it frightful.
human
You tell me, said I,
gpt
--I would sometimes express his frozen state thus--
human
At least a quarter of a mile, he answered.
gpt
Day after day it would be built up till it came to a face of that extent.