Scene 6

In this Antarctic landscape step and stride were the same. Whether man stood still or took a stride, what role could it play? Movement, for Maille, was characterised by change, via new landscapes that seemed to roll open in a manner as though they had previously been hidden away. Here, however, everything remained the same: quite like on one of those treadmills that he knew from the fitness centre at the headquarters of the Lemusan Secret Service. Progress here meant merely a step – man did not really go forward. When one searches for the Antarctic on a globe, one finds it, as a rule, burrowing deep under the curve of the great planet fruit – which gives one something of a right to call the place an underworld. But perhaps this here was not truly the Antarctic; perhaps it was just the décor of a heroic feat or an over-exposed dream.

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