"Snow crunched beneath our feet. The air was getting so thin that it hurt to breathe. The blood kept rushing to one’s head. Yet for all that every fibre of the body tingled with ecstasy. I felt somehow happy to be so high above the world - a childish feeling, I grant, but we can’t help becoming children as we leave social conventions behind and come nearer to nature. All life’s experience is shed from us and the soul becomes anew what it once was and will surely be again."
- Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time