To those men who are born for mountains, the struggle can never end, until their lives end.To them it holds the very quintessence of living - the fiery core, after the lesser parts have been burned away.
I was on a ski lift with another person . . . no one I knew . . . and he didn't say a word until we were half way up the mountain . . . then he said, "I haven't been skiing in ten years." I said, "How come?" He said, "I was in jail." I didn't say anything. He said, "You wanna know why?" I said, "Not really." He said, "I'll tell you anyway . . . I was jailed for pushing a complete stranger off a ferris wheel."