“Compare the torrent and the glacier. Both get where they are going.”

“I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys of Switzerland - I mark the long winters and the isolation.”

“But we little know until tried how much of the uncontrollable there is in us, urging across glaciers and torrents, and up dangerous heights, let the judgement forbid as it may.”

“We study biology, physics, movements of glaciers... Where are the classes on envy, feeling wronged, despair, bitterness...”

“Do you know the Guardians?” I asked Zay. “Is there some kind of club or yearly get-together where Guardians get drunk, wear funny hats, and compare war stories?”

“The retreat and disappearance of glaciers—there are only 160,000 left—means we're burning libraries and damaging the planet, possibly beyond repair. Bit by bit, glacier by glacier, rib by rib, we're living the Fall.”