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There was set before me a mighty hill

And long days I climbed

Through regions of snow.

When I had before me the summit-view,

It seemed that my labours

Had been to see gardens

Lying at impossible distances.

– STEPHEN CRANE

What was at stake here, he thought, was the solidity of the world.

– TIMOTHY UNDERHILL, The Divided Man