UKC

In reply to jonnie3430: Wainwright?

In reply to jonnie3430:

Another (these are all from different books,):

"Meanwhile we were still somewhat wet after the waterfall, but our partial ducking had a pronounced psychological effect. The mettle of the party had been tempered by immersion. Each one of us had struck top form, such form as one finds but once or twice in a year's hard climbing."

In reply to jonnie3430: Sounds like W H Murrey, Mountaineering in Scotland?

In reply to David Best:

Your last puzzler that is.

In reply to David Best:

15 points!!

"I moved on at a snail's pace, finding it necessary to take twenty breaths to a single stride. Every yard or two I fell down on the snow. My ski-sticks were my last succour; Samaritan-fashion they supported me and saved my life."

In reply to jonnie3430:

Hmmmm! Are we still with Murrey, when he is on Brearich(sp) in a whiteout?

In reply to jonnie3430:

I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers and lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know–unless it be to share laughter.

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we want to love and be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or to compete for love.

This is a book for wanderers, dreamers and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for these who are too gentle to live among wolves.

In reply to aujayeb:

Not quite mountaineering or climbing per se, but epitomises what we are and look for in others.

Guess the book then

In reply to David Best:

Nein!

In reply to jonnie3430:

Hermann Buhl 'Nanga Parbat Pilgrimage'?

In reply to aujayeb:

Kavanaugh's There are men...

In reply to Fredt:

14 points, I think it's an amazing book, not just the cycling, but for winter routes too.

"was interested in out psychic response to things - a rushing cataract, say, a dark vault or a cliff-face - that seized, terrified and yet also somehow pleased the mind by dint of being too big, too high, too fast, too obscured, too powerful, too something, to be properly comprehended. These were sublime sights - hectic, intimidating, uncontrollable - and they inspired in the observer, said Burke, a heady blend of pleasure and terror."

In reply to JollyGreen:

Spot on mate