The accords were fig leaves of democratic procedure to hide the nakedness of Stalinist dictatorship.
“If Antarctica were music it would be Mozart. Art, and it would be Michelangelo. Literature, and it would be Shakespeare. And yet it is something even greater; the only place on earth that is still as it should be. May we never tame it.”
“While our budget shortfall is temporary, ruining pristine national lands is permanent.”