If Antarctica were music it would be Mozart. Art, and it would be Michelangelo. Literature, and it would be Shakespeare. And yet it is something even greater; the only place on earth that is still as it should be. May we never tame it.
Why do the French keep testing the damn things? Surely they know what happens by now. You press a button, the bomb goes boom and two years later fifty million people in the south Pacific are pissing strontium!