ABSTRACT
Why are we here? Nothing floats down here, this far in the south, but it is worn out with wind, tempest and weather; all is flotsam and jetsam. They leave their rags and tatters here…why can’t we run naked in our own country, on our own land, and work out our own destiny? Eating these regurgitated ideas from the old country makes us sick and die of sickness…. This land was last discovered; why? A ghost land, a continent of mystery: the very pole disconcerted the magnetic needle so that ships went astray…. Its heart is made of salt: it suddenly oozes from its burning pores, gold which will destroy men in greed, but not water to give them drink. Jealous land! Ravishers overbold! Bitter dilemma! And lost region! Our land should never have been won.
