Chapter I
The Road From Uttarkashi
Mine is the moment; the moment is I
And now I speak of moments gone by

Chapter II
" ....In A Yellow Wood...."
Between the idea and the reality
Between the motion and the act
Falls the shadow.
From Burnt Norton. T.S. Eliot

Chapter III
Kebabs, Ice-cream and Radishes
Thy dawn, O master of the world, thy dawn,
The hour the lily opens on the lawn
The hour when dreams are brighter and winds colder
The hour when love awakes on a white shoulder,
O master of the world, the Persian dawn.
Hassan. J.E. Flecker

Chapter IV
Green Parrots and Rumbling Boulders
To those who struggle with them, the mountains reveal beauties they’ll not
disclose to those who make no effort. And it is because they have so much to give and give it
so lavishly, that men begin to love the mountains and go back to them again and again.
Sir Francis Younghusband

Chapter V
The Shandy Drinkers
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning
The end is where we start from.
We shall not cease from exploring
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
T.S. Eliot. Little Gidding

Chapter VI
Passes in the Lands of Strangers
"A thousand, two thousand passes
Passes in the lands of strangers
I will cross three thousand passes
To go to my own country."
Sherpa Song.

Chapter VII
Double Standards
"Having once tasted the pleasure of living in high, solitary places with a few like
spirits, European or Sherpa, I could not give it up. The prospect of what is
euphemistically termed »settling down«, like mud to the bottom of a pond, might
perhaps be faced when it became inevitable, but not yet awhile."
From When Men and Mountains Meet. WH Tilman.

Chapter VIII
Chasing the Pig!
I shall walk a thousand miles.
Each day, climb out of night
To morning,
Where I am out of sight
Of all that was before.
Each day, wander down once more
To evening
And sleep there in a dream.

Chapter IX
Mornington Crescent
For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the Winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
Whilst the music lasts.
The Dry Salvages, Four Quartets. T.S. Eliot

Chapter X
" ....That untravelled world...."
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs, the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
Alfred Lord Tennyson. Ulysses.

Chapter XI
"....Whose margin fades...."
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life.
Alfred Lord Tennyson. Ulysses.

Chapter XII
Honeymoon
If death and time are stronger
A love may yet be strong
The world will last for longer
But this will last for long
A.E. Houseman

Chapter XIII
The Golden Road
We are the Pilgrims, master; we will go
Always a little further; it may be
Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow?
Across that angry or that glimmering sea.
White on a throne or guarded on a cave
There lives a prophet who can understand
Why men were born: but surely we are brave
Who take the Golden Road to Samarkand.
From Hassan, James Elroy Flecker

Chapter XIV
The Hidden Face
Many people come; looking, looking. Bad!
Some people come; see. Good!
Dawa Tenzing.
Khumbu is full of things to look at. What you see and take home is up to you. This chapter is about seeing without looking.

Chapter XV
Tomba! Tomba!
Men at whiles are sober and think by fits and starts
And, if they think, they fasten their hands upon their hearts
A.E. Houseman

Chapter XVI
A Time Between Time
The past is no more, the present but a fleeting moment, and our prospect of futurity is dark
and doubtful.
The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. Edward Gibbon.

Chapter XVII
Beyond the Karnali
Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley
T.S. Eliot. Journey of the Magi
For Kilmeny had been she knew not where
And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare......
The land of vision, it would seem
A still, an everlasting dream
James Hogg. Kilmeny

Chapter XVIII
" ....The Fields That Lessen...."
Till the terrace and meadow the deep gulf drinks,
Till the strength of the waves of the high tides humble
The fields that lessen, the rocks that shrink.
Here now, in his triumph, where all things falter,
Stretched out on the spoils that his own hands spread,
Like a God self-slain on his own strange altar
Death lies dead.
A Forsaken Garden. A.G. Swinburne.

Chapter XIX
Humla
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
Bilbo’s Song. The Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkein.

Chapter XX
The Herb Collectors
Leans the crab apple tree
(Sour inheritance of that which bore
Too rich a fruit for thee)
Wizened through lost innocence, sought.
Rooted in black clay
Overhanging a stone wall and an old wet way.