“At length I entered within the skirts of the cloud which seemed forever drifting over the summit, and yet would never be gone, but was generated out of that pure air as fast as it flowed away; and when, a quarter of a mile further, I reached the summit of the ridge, which those who have seen in clearer weather say is about five miles long, and contains a thousand acres of table-land.”
“Aeschylus had no doubt visited such scenery as this.”
“Vast, Titanic, inhuman Nature has got him at disadvantage, caught him alone, and pilfers him of some of his divine faculty. She does not smile on him as in the plains. She seem to say sternley, why came ye here before your time? this ground is not prepared for you.”
—Henry David Thoreau, “1846 Ktaadn”, The Maine Woods