I thought climbing the Devil's Thumb would fix all that was wrong with my life. In the end, of course, it changed almost nothing. But I came to appreciate that mountains make poor receptacles for dreams.
It is true that I miss intelligent companionship, but there are so few with whom I can share the things that mean so much to me that I have learned to contain myself. It is enough that I am surrounded with beauty.
I wish I'd never gone, i suffered for years with (post-traumatic stress disorder), still suffer from what happened. I'm glad I wrote a book about it, but you know, if I could go back and relive my life, I never would have climbed Everest.
Now what is history? It is the centuries of systematic explorations of the riddle of death, with a view to overcoming death. Thatâ€™s why people discover mathematical infinity and electromagnetic waves, thatâ€™s why they write symphonies..