A string of Buddhist prayer flags snapped furiously in the wind.
"And then I found myself atop a slender wedge of ice, adorned with a discarded oxygen cylinder and a battered aluminum survey pole, with nowhere higher to climb. Here Krakauer juxtaposes violent imagery with elegant imagery to capture the way in which Everest is both terrifying and beautiful: at the same time that it rips a gash in a hurricane, it also creates a beautiful scarf-like trail of ice crystals. Thrust high into the jet stream, the mountain ripped a visible gash in the 120-knot hurricane, sending forth a plume of ice crystals that trailed to the east like a long silk scarf" (pg. Buy Study Guide "The ink-black wedge of the summit pyramid stood out in stark relief, towering over the surrounding ridges.
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