‘ . . . these would sink down into green slopes with farms on them, or be cleft into deep valleys over which would show crater-like or pyramidal mountains . . .’ (IJ p 17)

‘ . . . and all this always without one inch of beach to be seen; and always when the cliffs sank you could see little white clouds lying about on the hillsides’ (IJ p 17)

‘ . . . I could see nothing at all of the gates we had come out by, no slopes of grass, or valleys opening out from the shore; nothing but a terrible wall of rent and furrowed rocks, the little clouds still entangled here and there about the tops of…

‘ . . . the islands themselves from the ferry as we ran north through the islands like Morris did on the way to Iceland with the last four basically being views of the north coast, as dramatic I suspect as when Morris passed that way’ (Martin Stott).

‘So I have seen Iceland at last: I awoke from a dream of the Grange; which by the way was like some house at Queen’s Gate, to glare furiously at Magnússon who was clutching my arm and saying something, which as my senses gathered I found out to be an…

‘. . . we rounded a low ragged headland presently and were in the firth and off a narrow bight, at the end of which was the trading-station of Djupivogur (Deepbay): half a dozen wooden roofs, a flagstaff and two schooners lying at anchor’ (IJ pp.…

‘The town now lying ahead is a commonplace-looking little town of wood principally; but there are pretty-looking homesteads on some of the islands off it, and the bright green of their home-meads is a great relief to us after all the grey of the sea,…