But with the slow menace of a glacier, depression came on.
No one had any measure of its progress; no one had any plan for stopping it. Everyone tried to get out of its way.
Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.
The glacier was God's great plough set at work ages ago to grind, furrow, and knead over, as it were, the surface of the earth.
Before the reader turns his back upon the Grand Basin once for all, I should like to put a name upon the glacier it contains - since it is the fashion to name glaciers.
Last Update: January, 2020