Well could I curse away a winter's night,Though standing naked on a mountain top,Where biting cold would never let grass grow,And think it but a minute spent in sport.

My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.

Do you not educate youth at the charge-house on the top of the mountain?

There are naked people in boots on a mountain top firing guns.

They were both at such an age that they stood on a cusp. They could think in one part of their minds that their whole lives stretched out before them without boundary or limit. At the same time another part guessed that youth was about over for them and what lay ahead was another country entirely, wherein the possibilities narrowed down moment by moment.

This place is too cold for hell