“Well, professor! What think you?”
“I think we’re trapped, captain.”
“Trapped! What do you mean?”
“I mean we can’t go forward, backward, or sideways. I think that’s the standard definition of ‘trapped,’ at least in the civilized world.”
“So, Professor Aronnax, you think the Nautilus won’t be able to float clear?”
“Only with the greatest difficulty, captain, since the season is already too advanced for you to depend on an ice breakup.”
“Oh, professor,” Captain Nemo replied in an ironic tone, “you never change! You see only impediments and obstacles! I promise you, not only will the Nautilus float clear, it will go farther still!”
“Farther south?” I asked, gaping at the captain.
“Yes, sir, it will go to the pole.”
“To the pole!” I exclaimed, unable to keep back a movement of disbelief.