When Admiral Richard E. Byrd set out on his second Antarctic expedition in 1933, he was already an international hero for having made the first flights over the North and South poles. But this undertaking was to be different: six months alone near the bottom of the world, gathering weather data and indulging his desire "to taste peace and quiet long enough to know how good they really are." Little did he know that he would experience less tranquility than he had anticipated. Isolated in the pervasive polar night with no hope of release until spring, Byrd began suffering inexplicable symptoms of mental and physical illness. By the time he discovered that carbon monoxide from a defective stove pipe was poisoning him, Byrd was already engaged in a monumental struggle to save his life and preserve his sanity.
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