Mountaineering and the History of Fear: an Essay
If I were to fall, I wouldn’t fall far. I could feel the reassuring weight of the harness around my waist; I could feel the slight tug of the carabiners that joined me to the …
Category: France
A fleeting fragment of France
I sometimes think that what is really, truly beautiful is fleeting: indeed, it is this very transience that makes it so achingly lovely. That cannot be held true for Paris. Its great architectures of stone …