"The mountain is a fever you take a young age and you stay inside, even if the world is changing around you, even if the muscles one day and just say the family claim your space, and perhaps other reasons for living less selfish and nobler are superimposed over time. Despite all climbers will stay, and climbers, to the end, we continue to observe the mountains with sidelong glance, seeking ways to climb, considering the color and texture of rock, weighing up the ice conditions nell'algida light of a 'in the glare of sunrise or sunset. The attachment to the walls can not be measured in years and perhaps even with the action. It is measured with a passion. This is fantastic, enigmatic, human folly and madly human appeal of the mountain, where it makes no sense what you see, but what is unseen. That flame that mountaineers carry it inside trying not to get burned too. "
Henry sheds
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