" You did what you felt you had to do, and when it was done, you lived with it. But he knew, and he would know, that he had once climbed to a high and lonely place, that with the climbing irons and the ropes he had reached the last sheer drop before the summit. He had swung there in the frosty gale until finally, too numbed to make the final effort, he had climbed back down the way he had come, back down to a niche where he could be warm and safe and out of the wind. He knew he would read and hear about the ones who made it all the way to the high peaks. The lower slopes of the mountains were warm and easy, and the trails were marked. The high places were dangerous. He knew how close he had come, and he could read about the others who had made it. Their power and their decisions would affect him. And all his life he would wonder just how it felt to be up there. As he got behind the wheel he found himself wondering if it was a happy ending. Happy endings were reserved for stories for children. An adult concerned himself with feasible endings. And this one as feasible, as an ending or as a beginning. You had to put your own puzzle together, and nobody would ever come along to tell you how well or how poorly you had done. "The Trap of Solid Gold" in "End of the Tiger and Other Stories "

― John MacDonald