Go read about a very windy day Charles had during his recent trip to Scotland.
As I climbed higher, I grew exhausted—not just from the exertion, which was significant but not excessive, but simply from the sheer battering of the wind. This exhaustion was not merely physical; in fact, I would say that the psychological exhaustion was probably worse. I don’t know how to put into words what the constant assault of the wind does to your mind. I felt as if I had never known peace, as if I had always existed as a tiny, isolated figure in a vast, howling maelstrom.
Charles really should read some Stephen R. Donaldson. Donaldson loves putting his characters through things like this. Reaching a goal is never easy.
I know you're a big fan of Donaldson. I probably should read him at some point.
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