But I need not repeat them: they were accurately translated in imagination from my physical miseries.

The dim revival of light, when I had well-nigh ceased to hope for it, showed us all like malefactors imperfectly hanged, or drowned wretches in a cabin under water.

I had one Colossus bulging over my shoulder! Temple was blotted out.

His face, emerging from beneath a block of curly bearskin, was like that of one frozen in wonderment.
Outside there was a melting snow on the higher hills; the clouds over them grew steel-blue.

We were going through a valley in a fir-forest..