Surely,” he said, “the great mountains of the world are a present remedy if men did but know it against our modern discontent and ambitions. In the hills is wisdom’s fount. They are deep in time. They know the ways of the sun and the wind, the lightning’s fiery feet, the frost that shattered, the rain that shrouded, the snow that putter about their nakedness a softer coverlet than fine lawn.

The Worm Ouroboros