Eighty

Is the situation of the Englishman anomalous? If a man tries to climb, against all common sense and every biological imperative, a mountain of 8,848 metres, what would be the norm? That he would survive, or that he’d die? You’d have to ask the Englishman, who has his maps with him, now lying alongside his immobile body, on a rock, his head pointing west, his legs at an ayurvedic angle.