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[in Mountaineering, If] We Look For Private Experience Rather Than Public History, Even Getting To The Top Becomes An Optional Narrative Rather Than The Main Point, And Those Who Only Wander In High Places Become Part Of The Story.

For [jane Austen And The Readers Of Pride And Prejudice], As For Mr. Darcy, [elizabeth Bennett's] Solitary Walks Express The Independence That Literally Takes The Heroine Out Of The Social Sphere Of The Houses And Their Inhabitants, Into A Larger, Lonelier World Where She Is Free To Think: Walking Articulates Both Physical And Mental Freedom.

People Rescue Each Other. They Build Shelters And Community Kitchens And Ways To Deal With Lost Children And Eventually Rebuild One Way Or Another.

Joy Doesn't Betray But Sustains Activism. And When You Face A Politics That Aspires To Make You Fearful, Alienated And Isolated, Joy Is A Fine Initial Act Of Insurrection.

The Rhythm Of Walking Generates A Kind Of Rhythm Of Thinking, And The Passage Through A Landscape Echoes Or Stimulates The Passage Through A Series Of Thoughts. The Creates An Odd Consonance Between Internal And External Passage, One That Suggests That The Mind Is Also A Landscape Of Sorts And That Walking Is One Way To Traverse It. A New Thought Often Seems Like A Feature Of The Landscape That Was There All Along, As Though Thinking Were Traveling Rather Than Making.