But in the morning, wearing my diving suit, I was crossing through the liquid mass in a temperature of -6 degrees to -7 degrees centigrade, when I noted that little by little the side walls were closing in on each other.
Mais, le matin, quand, revêtu de mon scaphandre, je parcourus la masse liquide par une température de six à sept degrés au-dessous de zéro, je remarquai que les murailles latérales se rapprochaient peu à peu.