To Win or to Die

It's a lie I don't and I won't believe it. The speaker half whispered that, and then he shouted, Do you hear? There was a pause, and then from the face of a huge white snow-cliff there came back the word hear. Well done, echo cried the speaker. Echo, came back. Thankye; that's quite cheering; anything's better than that horrible silence. What do they say? When a man gets in the habit of talking to himself it's a sign that he is going mad? Once more, it's a lie A man would go mad in this awful solitude if he didn't hear some one speaking. Snow, snow, snow, and rock and mountain; and ugh how cold Pull up, donkey jackass idiot or you'll freeze to death.