I know what was going on. You can't keep twenty-odd people cooped up in a contraption no bigger tha a streetcar month after month, with nothing outside but never-ending, blinding snow-possibly oblivion-and nothing to occupy their minds but the terrors they had escaped-and those yet to come. The pressures were building-jealousy, love, sex, anger were ripping apart the unity we so desperately needed.
1959.