Bernard Capes, At a Winter's Fire — Jack And Jill (1899)
“ The glacier rejected souls so commonplace as not to be properly impressed by its inexorability."This, then, was the end. We swept into a huge cavern of ice—through it—beyond it, into the green valley and the world that we love. And there, where the torrent splits up into a score of insignificant streams, we grounded and crawled to dry land and sat down and laughed."Yes, we could do it—we could laugh. Is that not bathos? But Fidèle and I have a theory that laughter is the chief earnest of immortality. ”
