Then he would have watched her face for full five minutes in its varying lights as she turned about in ecstasy at the sublime panorama, the sunlight falling on her cheeks with their heightened colour from her climb, the wind blowing a lock of hair across her temple. He would have enjoyed for a while her outcry of delight as she saw and recognized the miniature presentment of now a familiar village, now a lake, before he jumped up beside her, clasped her in his arms and both turned about from north to east to south to west together, and together drank in the vitalizing air. He would be infinitely better able to tell her what to look at, than he was able when he was on the boulder and she two hundred feet below, to shout to her that he could see a hundred miles in every direction.
And now he need not shout. He can whisper in her ears, between kisses on every part of her head and neck, the joy of both of them, and can listen to her murmuring endearments she never otherwise would have thought of uttering.
§ 124
This climax-capping boulder on the peak of Mt. Chocorua in New Hampshire has on its southeast side the six-foot sheer perpendicular up which he helped her first. On its northwest side it has a slope of some forty degrees up which they might have scrambled hand in hand and reached the utmost altitude simultaneously. But she will be much better pleased and admire his restraint forever, if he not only keeps her ahead of him all the long trail up the mountain but finally lifts her up ahead of him, up the steep side at the southeast and (with her pardonable childish satisfaction, which well becomes her but ill becomes him) lets her, on this mountain-climbing experience, be his superior in this one little thing for these brief five minutes. During this time she will recover a bit from the sublimity of her position, will regain her breath, and will be able to turn her attention from the wonders of the mountain view, so that she too may have the pleasure of watching his face and covering it with kisses when he has made his final upspringing to the highest physical altitude in the region. Ardent mountain climbers like this will not be satisfied until they have symbolically, so to speak, climbed Mt. Everest in the Himalayas. And these ascents, each with the other, will preclude their taking any interest in the company of other mountain climbers. No woman will want other company than that of her husband, no man will be able to find a more attractive companion than his wife.
§ 125
For, on the mountain top, thoughts come to each—thoughts that can occur in no other situation. The difficulties encountered and overcome make them inseparable soul mates. The refusal of her husband to leave her and go up without her endears him more to her than presents of many jewels. It shows her he has the only strength a woman can respect, the strength to reserve his strength and to use it for and with her, a strength which all unconsciously she must test at every step of the ascent. If this strength is found wanting, she will be left forlorn, the most wretched of living things, far more miserable than any female animal. If it is found present, it will make her the happiest of mortals, happy beyond words in her defeat in the contest of strength, yearning to make him the father of her children.
To both of them come deep thoughts, those of the one reflected in the multitudinous facets of the personality of the other, thoughts deep into the past, thoughts looking far into the future, thoughts corresponding in depth to the vastness of the prospects before them as they turn now east, now south. A realization of the greatness of the world will come to them, of the minute littleness of lonely atoms of humanity, a realization that this aspect of nature alone is the one view of life that enables each to know the other deeply and to be a complete unity instead of solitary demi-humans each longing for an unseen other.
§ 126
To revert to the concept of fetishism one may use the mountain-climbing symbolism of the love episode and say that almost anything on the ascent may be used as, and become habitual as, a fetish capable of causing the husband to leave his wife on the trail and hurry forward to the peak that has a thousand ecstatic views.
She may use any of a number of suggestive arguments or mannerisms or actions to convince him if she can that it is his duty to leave her, no matter how harmful may be his abandoning her for his own erotic abandon.