Todd

“It matters what myths we tell ourselves -- which ideals we choose to honor.”
― Robert Roper, Fatal Mountaineer: The High-Altitude Life and Death of Willi Unsoeld, American Himalayan Legend

“Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.”
― Kingsley Amis, Lucky Jim

“Maybe mountaineering shouldn't be considered heroic at all, since the whole effort is 'useless' and in no way to be compared with sitting down at the wrong lunch counter in the early-sixties South, or going into battle. Nevertheless, situations arise in the useless enterprise of mountaineering that present people with choices, that make emotional and physical demands that few can meet.”
― Robert Roper, Fatal Mountaineer: The High-Altitude Life and Death of Willi Unsoeld, American Himalayan Legend

“Southern California is the land of crazy crimes.”
― Don Carpenter, From a Distant Place