In reply to French Erick:
I thoroughly like the manifesto and sentiment set out by Mr Wilson I presume on the first page of Cold Climbs, by quoting Norman Collie, which I shall pain you all by repeating in full.
And what joy, think ye, did they feel after the exceeding long and troublous (sic) ascent? After
Scrambling, slipping
Pulling, pushing
Lifting, gasping
Looking, hoping
Despairing, climbing
Holding on, falling off
Trying, puffing
Loosing, gathering
Talking, stepping
Grumbling, anathematising
Scraping, hacking
Bumping, jogging
Overturning, hunting
Straddling,
for know you that by these methods alone are the most divine mysteries of the Quest reached.
Gorgeous stuff.