I don’t remember whose blog I read it on, but let me introduce you to Peter Freuchen. A larger-than life (and larger than most other men) figure, he lived a life of adventure, exploration, and was by all appearances a man’s man. His last wife, Dagmar, in the picture on the link, looks about half his size, and was fully thirty years his junior. She is leaning toward him in the picture, as if his animal magnetism is so strong she cannot completely overcome it and sit up straight.

I remember seeing the esquimeaux film a million years ago, and seeing this opened the book on a whole new character for me. The fact that he’s Jewish and was very nearly killed by the Nazis just makes him seem tougher.

I have ordered a few of his books so I can learn more about him. In the meantime, look at that big burly fucker standing there in that fur, and tell me you don’t feel ashamed of putting on long underwear because the temps are near zero.