Algernon Blackwood,
Monsieur Joseph of the Ski
“ It is no time just now to write of the exhilarating delights of skiing. The air is still too soft, the sun too warm, the trees too sweetly covered; but, on the other hand, it is the moment to burrow into cupboards and sheds and into the dry lofts above the stables where winter things are put away for safety: to hunt up one’s cumbersome ski-boots and see if they will stand “just one more season” ”
