Indeed there is one thing to be considered, that in _Nova Zembla_, _North Lapland_, and in all those cold and dreary tracts of the globe, which lie more directly under the arctick and antarctick circles, where the whole province of a man's concernments lies for near nine months together within the narrow compass of his cave--where the spirits are compressed almost to nothing--and where the passions of a man, with everything which belongs to them, are as frigid as the zone itself--there the least quantity of _judgment_ imaginable does the business--and of _wit_----there is a total and an absolute saving--for as not one spark is wanted--so not one spark is given. 
Indeed, in Nova Zembla in the far north, Lapland, and all those cold and dreary tracts of the globe which lie under the arctic and antarctic circles - where the spirits are compressed almost to nothing, and where a man's passions are as frigid as the zone itself - there not one spark of wit is given. 