“the cold and bitter scorn of the passers-by penetrated her very flesh and soul like a north wind.”
“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.”
“Penetrate her mind to give birth to her soul”
“She was riding a bear! And the Aurora was swaying above them in golden arcs and loops, and all around was the bitter Arctic cold and the immense silence of the North.”
“On a warm spring day, a galloping horse was only too clearly a sweating animal of flesh and blood. But a horse racing through a snowstorm became one with the very elements; wrapped in the whirling blast of the north wind, the beast embodied the icy breath of winter.”
“Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.”