Life is in Iceland in an ocean of loneliness, of Iceland Whose rocks are hopes, Whose trees are dreams, Whose flowers are solitude, and Whose brooks are thirst. Your life, my fellow men, is an Iceland separated from all other islands and regions. No matter how many are the ships that leave your shores for other climes, no matter how many are the fleets that touch your coast, you remain a solitary Iceland, suffering the pangs of loneliness and yearning for happiness. You are the unknown to your fellow men and far removed from their sympathy and understanding.
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