"Victoria's Land's vegetation is wild and vital. The backwoods, ruffled steps, the dark, rough tides lashing snow-white cliffs and monumental fiords present a peculiar beauty of raw and savage, inexorable nature. To survive in this place it is essential to develop certain virtues of a character. Stamina, diligence, modesty and hard work for the good of society. Thanks to those strengths and undeterred will, with a great effort, the scholars and engineers have built for us the capital city- Heethrowcest. The pearl of the civilisation and technology in a heart of a wild. Victory of the God's children over the nature."
~from Archbishop of Catenbury's Epistle to the working class of Hanover~
"Nowadays the place, for a poor mass means a colder equivalent of Hell. "
~from the diary of Shackala Sirvastava~