NORTH.
You do. But where was I?
BULLER.
Ascending Cruackan, and near the summit.
NORTH.
On the summit. Not a whit tired—not a bit fatigued; strong as ten—active as twenty ownselves on the flat—divinely drunk on draughts of ether—happier a thousand times, greater and more glorious, than Jupiter, with all his gods, enthroned on Olympus.
BULLER.
Moderately speaking.
NORTH.
In imagination I hear him barking now as he barked then—a sharp, short, savage, angry and hungry bark—