ecstatic vision of the wilderness, tied to an insatiable wanderlust that drove him to one solitary challenge and ordeal after another. 'he was a voracious reader and a habitue of art galleries and museums -- the vision that transfixed him was uniquely of his own making.'
the poet-saint
"once more I am roaring drunk with the lust of life and adventure and unbearable beauty"
"I am overwhelmed by the appalling strangeness and intricacy of the curiously tangled knot of life"
"Alone I shoulder the sky and hurl my defiance and shout the song of the conqueror to the four winds, earth, sea, sun, moon, and stars."
'glorify the hour'
