TERRA HYPERBOREA
and with the others I sing a strange and ancient song:
“tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham,
tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham,
tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham,
tha tighan fodham eirig.”
And then we all hold hands in a circle and sing something Scottish about parting or meeting again. Between the promontories of the island can be seen a narrow strip of open sea; thither, I am told, the whalers sail to Iceland or Greenland. Man, why do you feel sad when you look at that
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