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Quietly for the night is called How Beautiful Upon the Mountain.

I don't say that Mount Everest will never be successfully climbed, I don't say that at all.

What I do say, however, is that no one will ever successfully climb Everest and come back.

Yes, I know they said that about the Matterhorn, and Edward Wimper climbed it.

Wimper was the man who first stated what many mountain climbers insist is the creed of their arguing calling.

You don't know that?

Well, it was many years ago, after he's made the first successful asset of the Matterhorn.

Someone asked him why he could not see a mountain without wanting to climb it.

And he replied was simple and it's become historic.

Because it's there, he said.

And mountain climbers the world over will solemnly assure you that that is their reason too.

I beg to differ.

I think there's another reason.

A compulsion in the hearts of certain brave men and women.

That has existed since the beginnings of time.

A compulsion that they very probably never realize is there.

A compulsion that is revealed only to a rare few of those that lift up their eyes to the hills.

I think it is because the mountains have always been the earthly abiding place of divinity.

I think it's because certain mortals are consumed by a subconscious cosmic curiosity to find the abode of the gods.

My energy to seek in an overpowering hope to find naked divinity at lasting kind of number for the world.

For these divinities do not welcome human intrusion.

Men have walked upon the peak of Mount Olympus, where Zeus and Hira, Palisatina, and Aphrodite as well.

And have not found them.

Gezalco Island is divided from the high peaks of the Mexican Cudiaires.

For men as vainly saw him there.

And though the specter of the block in some claims appears today, the traveler knows it to be only to magnify the image of himself.

But still the ancient secret compulsion exists and men climb mountains to cause of it.

In all of the cornered history of the world, no known man has ever conquered Everest.

The reason?

Well, they speak of unclamable walls of a refugee that comes from lack of oxygen.

They speak of unstoppable cold of howling winds and sudden storms of impassable terraces and monstrous avalanches.

And these things are true, I've experienced them myself.

But there are avalanches in terraces and winds and snow and cold and other mountains that men have climbed then.

Could it be that the gods are tired of retreating and are set a barrier on this their last refuge against the men of the plains?

No man has ever looked upon the summit of Everest.

More than five miles above the level of the distant sea.

Many men have flown near Everest hoping for a glance at the highest spot under it, but Everest has evaded them.

In the ocean picture that the Marcus of Clydesdale made more than 15 years ago when he became the first man to fly over the mountain,

the eternal veil, the prune of Everest, reached out and covered the peak.

You haven't heard of that?

Well, if you ever have an opportunity to see those pictures, go.

Perhaps what you see will help convert you to my way of thinking.

Ceaselessly, day in and day out in sunshine and in storm, a great clue of ice crystals and powder snow streams out from the crest of the mountain.

The terrible weight better that can instantly become a great whip to lash down at the mountain's own climb,

because if you drive off some intruder, twiling up the incredible slopes to the virgin sun.

Yes, I have seen that.

Others have seen it too.

Irvine and Lee Mallory saw it, the two men who came closest to the top.

The others of their party saw the prune and smatched at them as they struggled upward.

And when it lifted again, they had disappeared.

No man has seen them since.

They did find the ice axe Lee Mallory carried.

They found it far down the slopes from where the prune snatched the two men away.

And it was curiously bent and twisted, the steady, high-pension spear.

I met John Shandos when I was a road scour at Oxford.

We became great friends who are new to interest in mountain climbing.

I wish you could have seen John Shandos standing before a mapple in my rooms at Oxford on a bleak rainy day and early autumn.

I'm fed to the teeth you with this place.

There you go.

I'm going on to nobody else's time.

What mountain, old boy?

Well, tempered by choice.

You got 50,000 pounds?

I could get it.

All right, let's go.

I mean it.

I could get it.

Where?

Never mind, man.

Now look, did you come?

Were you serious?

I'm serious.

Oh, I wish you were.

I tell you I am.

Of course, you know what will probably be the end of this.

Well, if I haven't that way, then I'll be trying this by bit in Oxford.

Would you?

I would.

Yes.

I know, then.

I have no sense.

That's silly, I mean.

You won't need it.

I've got plenty.

Well, why...

Everest.

You've found her, boy.

Ever since I was a child, I've had one, only one ambition.

You've got to figure that out.

No, Tom.

To see the top of Everest.

And I'm going to.

Come along and do it.

Why are you laughing at it?

That's not just the casual way you put it, let's go see the top of Everest, you and I.

If that's half the world away, five miles straight up,

dozens of men have died and disappeared trying it.

Let's go see the top of Everest.

And I'm going to do it one day, you know.

Yes, that's true.

Well, shall we do the one?

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And on that casual basis, the Shandos grant Mount Everest Expedition began.

We left Oxford, we left England after purchasing thousands of pounds

where the equipment tends to improve clothing, weapons, and photography equipment,

dehydrated foods, baton, dye taxes, cases of branding, miscellaneous equipment by the 100 weight.

And at last we were in Darjeeling, talking to men who knew the roof of the world,

learning the names of obscure villages,

where we might find guides to lead us to the upper reaches of the Great White Mountain.

And a day came when our preparations were completed, and a great deal of money spent.

And we stood out in Mordecaus till the final takeoff spot where no motor could go,

and only the field of men had walked before.

The native guides as hard bit of the crew as ever I saw.

We had been around the tiny fires.

We sat before our little pencil smokey,

like hot, sweet tea against the morning.

Glad, Abent?

Yes, in a way.

Not going to be pleasant, though.

Oh, won't be too bad for a while, till we get up really high.

I don't know, no worse than some places I've been.

I wonder what's up there?

Can't tell much from the photograph can we?

Just ice and snow and rock and plenty of it.

Quite.

You know, I was wondering something today.

What?

I was wondering if any of these native chefs have been up there.

From talk?

Yes.

They like them, you know, to be laughing at the silly white man,

coming halfway around the world to be the first man on top.

By all the time, old Bunga, and his nephew,

be not there a dozen times.

Good joke.

Oh, I doubt it, Chandler.

No, so do I, then.

But you know any chefs?

No, I don't see many too enthusiastic about going up.

Not that you'll go by the pay they'd insisted on?

Well, you know, ever since some kind of a god is something to them,

is to me too.

What?

I know it sounds silly, but maybe we're being sacrilegious or something.

Maybe nobody's supposed to climb up there.

Not getting cold feet, are you?

No, not at all. They're quite warm, then.

Oh.

All of your American flesh.

No, I've not stopped the wind of a bastard, you mean?

What?

Superstition.

I was thinking.

I mean, I wonder what he is waiting for us for us up there.

Old, and slow and ice, and thin air.

Besides that?

What do you mean?

I'm remembering what that chap wrote about a vine,

and Lee Mallory, and the plume up there.

Down it came, he said, like ascension pain, like the hand of a god,

and swept them away before my very eye,

and I'm not looking to begin to worry about giants and things up there.

You better stay here.

Oh, I'm not worried, Brent. I'm just curious.

Somehow I'm excited.

Like a chap who's racing to me to his bride,

at the church and his wedding day.

I say that's being a bit idiotic, isn't it?

Look at her up there.

Cold and white and beautiful.

Not caring about us at all.

Well, coming up off the old girl, if we'd die in the attempt.

And as I lay there in the firelight,

listening to the quiet music that came from the shadowy groups of guides and beres,

the strange thought formed in my mind.

Shouldn't John Schendler have said, and,

and die in the attempt?

The sound of a little flute went on in the cold twilight,

and, presently, we went to our tents and slept.

And I dreamed of a woman's face,

a bride's face on a high mountain,

and somehow the face was the mountain itself and the mountain was a face.

And it was cold, icy cold.

And the voice that in my ear is something that I didn't remember

from the Bible from Isaiah.

How beautiful upon the mountain.

And the music of the flute is all that it was great,

fresh and cold.

And I won't trembling in the blackness of a frigid morning.

I may not tell you of the next few weeks of the Ascent of the camp

at 23,000 feet hardly a mile below the summit.

If you have climbed mountains, you will know what to be an endless nightmare

of traversing great rocky slopes of scaling precipitous walls,

of making our way cautiously across the ice bridges that span

curvasses as deep as infinity.

Days of twiling up with rope together sometimes I am going to find the way

blocked by a new fall of darker, a snow-slide on guides that forgot me.

Inching our way up rock chimneys,

hammering up the times laboriously into the face of the living rock

and climbing a foot at the time up walls where one misstep,

would have sent both our bodies tumbling to a higher depth of thousands

feet below.

Days of twiling our way through studying snowstorms with a biting flake

so thick that we'd lose each other a ten feet distance.

And then they halts the gulp-scalding tea,

wolf down a bar of chocolate,

and then rise and go on again.

In the hindest of diminishing spring of quarters carrying our supplies,

jumping off at regular intervals to set up camps against our return,

if we should return it.

And then the agony of the last two thousand feet,

that those heights of course exhaustion was our greatest enemy,

the oxygen at twenty thousand feet was pitifully fair.

Reach upward step is a light time.

And the brain reels up there and allow a fine atmosphere

that man is not meant to breathe.

We made the twenty-six thousand foot camp and we climbed another thousand feet.

I'm not sure whether the way grows more difficult as one goes higher,

perhaps the rock formations are no more for dealing with that elevation

than they are at the lower levels.

But here the screen unlined and muscle and heart is so magnified,

that the slightest setback is enough to cause a strong man to fall down

and weatel out freezing tears of frustration.

I remember that our guys would go no farther than we struggled up with alone that one morning.

At the end of the day we would have there so hardly seen above them.

We seemed to take half the night to get our chance back

and have a little doubt that I actually did it.

And I was thinking of a delicious sleep and again I did it.

I dreamed of a woman again.

A ship has to live beautiful.

With eyes like the crystal rice that made up our world.

And about her hair she wore a great white scarf,

a kind of cool need to get that we're a living thing.

Billing out over her shoulders, never still,

seeming not to be blown by the wind,

but to control the wind itself.

And I, I used to happen to want the moon.

All of my tired minds could not remember what it was I knew.

And I tried to look into her eyes as she was looking beyond me.

And in my dreams I turned.

And I knew she was looking at John Sanders.

And on his face was a look of an effortful adoration.

And when I turned the gator of again the same look of blood within her eyes

and the veil and the prune whipped around

and I thought it brushed my face like an icy light.

And it reached out and encircled on Chanderson.

And then I looked.

And when John Sanders came in,

he spoke of a dream he had had.

The most amazing dream I've ever had.

Dream of the most beautiful woman I've ever had.

Cold like a bride.

Had a great white veil.

Blowing in the wind.

My last name.

Most rare dream I ever had.

She was bare for city holding cold.

And the veil, that's what allowed me.

Must be going, must be going.

And he called out of the trophy to the clear,

cold dawn of the high altitude.

And in a moment I heard him calling.

Ben, Ben to avoid.

Ben said, come out.

What's up?

Come out.

I found something.

I called out with a great effort.

Find a one of his knees at the side of the tent.

Apparently there's something in the hot pack tomorrow.

What is it?

I asked.

He pointed.

Look there.

And I looked.

There in the snow.

What a woman's got there.

A woman bare for printing the age old snow.

Where no human being had ever been before.

On my knees, I examined him carefully.

A woman had stood there for a long time.

And then turned away.

And the footprints in the snow led up.

I lifted my head and looked at the top of the mountain.

Still, far above us in the age of the first time.

And the veil, the plume of Everest,

flooded coldly against the dark blue of the sky.

You said, too much.

When I talked to my father, I thought he got back.

He'll know it wasn't supposed to happen.

He'll help with the footprints.

He'll know how easy it was to follow them this morning.

You'll know these times, these times, as far today as we've ever tried at all.

She's leading us.

She wants us to come all up to her.

A few of us have a nitrous daughter.

When I spoke about going to meet my bride.

He'll remember Banta.

Yes.

I remember.

I've not taken the need of my sister.

Have I done?

Not.

Unless I have to my name is John Chandler.

My grandmother's coat of arms is arched as high as John's.

The days that we saw Monday, Tuesday.

That's why I didn't say Thursday.

Why do you say Saturday?

That's right.

And we didn't see the footprints.

Yes.

We saw them.

Are you afraid you are?

Afraid?

Yes.

No.

I'm not.

Afraid.

Not for me.

What then?

Right.

I had the green tooth.

Why did you say you're not afraid?

I don't know.

Because in the green, she chose you.

Yes.

I know that.

You're not afraid.

Why should I be afraid of night's light?

And then we slept again.

And in the morning we went higher.

The way was more difficult for me, but Chandler seemed to find it almost easy.

We were on the very ledge from which the Himalayan Irvine disappeared in the falls of the moon.

I recognized the dimly from the photographs and motion pictures that kept the known as made years before,

as the two men slowly made their way along the rock wall, not two thousand feet from the summit.

That scene will never leave my mind.

And I knew we were almost in the exact spot where they had been snatched away.

At any second I thought, the cold, caress of the days,

the plume would fall on us.

And then the silence was returning.

Hellesies were the desperate desire to turn back the Chandler's with marching on ahead easily,

while I made most heavy going on it.

We were all together and there was nothing to do but follow.

I stumbled more and more frequently in the last I could go on father.

I was like non-Mr. Old, close beside the wall with a sheer precipice at my elbow.

And Chandler's came back to me, having felt the pull of the rope and had its way.

Not turn, I knew.

I can't take it.

Well, I don't have anything left before.

Look up.

I looked up.

It was scarcely 500 feet to go.

My tired eyes told me.

Can't sleep by 100 feet.

I can't.

Go on without me.

No, I won't.

I can't go any farther.

Tomorrow for them?

No.

Well, not to be doing it.

I'm going back.

You don't do that, you.

Yes.

Well, I'll go back down with you.

But let me go on ahead for just a moment.

We're so close now.

Let me see if I can go on up to the top by my arm.

And if I can, I will.

Then I'll come back and we'll both go back down.

Well, let me get back.

If you like it, you see it.

You can go on up to the top.

It's easy to be.

This time.

Then I'm back.

You watch your like it.

Still stay up.

Right here.

How's the area?

My high old boy.

He's a bit of chocolate.

What?

Right.

You have to go.

And leave me.

I've got to see.

If somebody's there, I'll buy it.

I was already falling into a hat stupor as he turned to let up the ledge.

And for a little while I slept, I think.

Alone on a 16-inch ledge, five miles above the ground.

And I remember confused dreams of a beautiful bride with a veil of sparkling ice crystal.

And it was strange music in my ears.

And presently, the sound of John Charles' voice in disappointment.

Come on, old guy.

That's done.

Don't.

There's no way to the top.

But what do you mean?

There's an absolute mystery.

Untimeable one.

Just around the corner.

No way?

No way, old boy.

No way at all.

The drop face leans outwards.

I looked at it on every angle.

There's just no way.

So.

Come on.

Come on.

And as he, as he left with me to my feet,

there was the softest little sound.

There's something popping into the snow beside us.

I leaned against the wall, the chandelier bent and picked it up.

He looked at it very seriously for a long moment.

And finally, I'm on board.

What is it?

And he stretched out his handly.

And then it was a full-grown, lean-stemmed white bone.

And when I took it from him, the frozen thing shattered into a million glittering fragments.

And I looked at John Charles' face.

And it was transfigured with a joy and a hope.

Such as I have never seen in any man.

My gaze went on beyond him upward, upward.

And against the darkening sky, the great veil,

it screamed from the mountains out.

Slowly reeled around and down toward it.

And it pulled up like a whip to latches to an icy bat,

but like the compassionate arms of a beloved woman stretched out to her lover.

And then as it's coldness and delicous,

I heard the beginning of an avalanche roar about me

from the sound of great breaths of triumphant music.

I opened my eyes and it was morning.

I lay on the snow a hundred feet above my last camp.

And by turning my head I could see a tiny thread of snow crying from the camp.

And I rolled slowly and looked upward.

The plume of Everest was still blowing wide and free from the summit.

And with an effort I found my binoculars and focused them on the top most peak.

Snow and ice and barren.

Snow and ice and barrenness and the man and the woman.

The man in mountain climates there.

The woman in a bride's flowing white gown and a veil floating from her hair.

The veil had dissolved into the great dreaming banner of ice crystals

flowing across the sky above the roof of the woman.

Why at peace for a night was called how beautiful upon the mountain.

It was written directed by Willis Cooper.

The man was told to you was Ernest Campbell.

And John Chandos was played by Roy Irving, later the Dublin Gate Theater.

Music was played by Albert Berman as usual, who also composes.

Special music heard on fire, please.

Now for a word about next week's quiet, please.

And his usual little insertion, my good friend, Willis Cooper.

The two principal characters in tonight's quiet, please.

The quest takes us and sprang the material last and the keyboard of my typewriter.

So don't think to anybody you ever knew they are.

Quiet plays for next week will be called their shadows here.

And so until next week at the same time.

And there are shadows here.

Well, I'm gladby yours, Ernest Campbell.

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