BULLER.
Well for him that he is a hill at all—eminent on a flat, or among humbler undulations. All is comparative.
NORTH.
Just so. From a site on a mountain's side—far from the summit—the ascender hath sometimes a sublimer—often a lovelier vision—than from its most commanding peak. Yet still he has the feeling of ascension—stifle that, and the discontent of insufficiency dwarfs and darkens all that lies below.
BULLER.
Words to the wise.
NORTH.
We fear to ascend higher lest we should lose what we comprehend: yet we will ascend higher, though we know the clouds are gathering, and we are already enveloped in mist. But there were no clouds—no mist on that day—and the secret top of Cruachan was clear as a good man's conscience, and the whole world below like the promised land.
BULLER.
Let us go—let us go—let us go.