Algernon Blackwood,
Monsieur Joseph of the Ski
“ An outline like a pointing finger rises above the edge of the mind. It is a long and slender strip of wood, gracefully curved, narrow and shapely as a woman’s hand, strong as steel, elastic and alive, and running in front to a delicately tapered point that tilts saucily upwards to the sky—and its name is in Norwegian ski, pronounced, significantly enough, she. For an experienced “runner” thinks of his ski as a man may think of his hunter, a sailor of his ship, or perhaps as fondly even as Ernst and Remenyi thought of their loved and priceless old Cremonas. ”
