The Left Hand of Darkness

by Ursula K. Le Guin

I remark to the person on my left, “It’s hot. It’s really hot.” The person on my left—a stocky dark Karhider with sleek and heavy hair, wearing a heavy overtunic of green leather worked with gold, and a heavy white shirt, and heavy breeches, and a neck-chain of heavy silver links a hand broad—this person, sweating heavily, replies, “So it is.”

Read the room dude