parturiunt montes, nascetur ridiculus mus
bah this tale is all tease and deferred delivery (note however how mountainspeak has shifted from the lofty excelsior sublime of mallory’s time – where climbers were trying to waft themselves above the corporeal* – to presentday grisly countersublime, xtreme-CSI bodycount, prurient speculation, the rubbish of future forensic discussion strewn all over the upper slopes)
*(literally in the case of a 30s climber called wilson, who fasted to death in his tent at about this height, intending to summit by out-of-body experience) (of course possibly he succeeded, but by alpine club rules this doesn’t count)