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I know that during that long and racking march of thirty-six hours over the unnamed mountains and glaciers of South Georgia it seemed to me often that we were four, not three.

Shackleton's account of the strange sense of a fourth, unseen companion during the first crossing of South Georgia's interior in 1916 — a passage later echoed in T. S. Eliot's poem The Waste Land.

Ernest Shackleton, South Georgia & South Sandwich Islands

Source: Ernest Shackleton, South: The Story of Shackleton's Last Expedition, 1914-1917 (1919), Chapter X

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