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My now-dead father was in this part of the Antarctic whaling in 1947. I have the tooth of a sperm whale from his time there as a souvenir. In later years, he regretted his brief experience whaling, particularly the sheer volume of blood, flesh and the Dantesque environment of a factory ship, but I thank you for showing me landscapes he very likely saw with his own eyes many years before I was born.
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