"And I stop here."
"You'll get caught in a blizzard and buried in snow and will be frozen hard like Neapolitan ice-cream."
"But ... I'm hungry."
"You have eaten two rations of bread, a box of conserved beef, nearly half a pound of chocolate ..."
"Is it my fault if the air of these mountains makes me as hungry as a wolf? You should have told me before we left. Now I know why you are always saying that you would like to eat so many Austrians. But if you think I can get used to the same diet you are much mistaken."
"Are you coming or aren't you?"
"Is it much farther?"
"Do you see that cloud up there?"
"I defy any one not to see it."
"When that is passed there is a crack in the mountain called Spaccata; we must cross that and we are there—at least if they haven't gone on ahead."