"Ice. It's trippy, symphonies frozen, the unconscious come to life, and smacking of color: blue. [...]
There was something unspeakably noble about their age, their scale, their lack of consciousness, their right to exist. Every single iceberg filled me with feelings of sadness and wonder. Not thoughts of sadness and wonder, mind you, because thoughts require a thinker, and my head was a balloon, incapable of thoughts. I didn't think about Dad, I didn't think about you, and the big one, I didn't think about myself. The effect was like heroin (I think), and I wanted to stretch it out as long as possible."
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Where'd You Go, Bernadette
"Christopher lifted his chin and looked up at the Dright's face. The smooth brown features did not have any expression on them at all. But Christopher stared, trying to see the person behind the blankness. What feelings the Dright had were so different from his own, and so lofty, that for a moment he felt like an insect. Then he remembered that glacier, years ago in Series Seven, which Tacroy had said reminded him of two people. Christopher knew that one of the people was the Dright. Like the glacier, the Dright was cold and high and too crusted with ancient knowledge for ordinary people to understand."
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The Lives of Christopher Chant
"Sometimes it was so great I couldn't believe how lucky I was that I got to be me. We'd pass icebergs floating in the middle of the ocean. They were gigantic, with strange formations carved into them. They were so haunting and majestic you could feel your heart break, but really they're just chunks of ice and they mean nothing."
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Where'd You Go, Bernadette
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What Lies Beneath"
- This is the title of a mediocre Harrison Ford movie. It has nothing to do with ice.
