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We were all suffering more or less. Knowles had lost 33 of his 186 pounds; the doctor some 20 of 
this 167 since leaving Askole. A man with galloping consumption could hardly do better. Our 
haemoglobin had diminished by twenty per cent. Eckenstein was suffering from various complicated 
pulmonary troubles; Knowles and the doctor were repeatedly down with influenza; as for myself, 
the recrudescence of my malaria, which began with a violent liver chill on the twenty-seventy of 
July and lasted till the end of the month, kept my temperature at 39.3° or thereabouts. Pfannl, the 
great athlete, had a story of his own. (Coming soon.) 
Owing to the fact that snow at these altitudes evaporates without melting, it disappears from the 
neighbourhood of a tent, leaving a pinnacle where it is protected by the canvas. Thus, at the end of 
five days' snowstorm one would find oneself perched on a plateau some feet above the rest of the 
glacier. (This illustrates the formation of glacier tables.) It was necessary, whatever the weather 
might be, to shift the tent, as otherwise the weight of the snow on the sloping sides, and the 
general strain, would tear the canvas. We have a photograph of the plateau from which our tents 
had been removed after five days of snowstorm. In the middle of the square patch of hard snow 
relegated by pressure are two deep depressions like rude graves. These represent the ice melted by 
the warmth of our bodies through a double groundsheet of Willesden canvas, the canvas of the 
Roberts valise and the thick cork mattress. 
Pfannl and Wessely had become completely intolerable and we encouraged them to go off to Camp 
12 (estimated at about 21,000 feet) on the thirteenth. The weather showed its usual readiness to 
cook up a storm. On the fourteenth I describe it as (x.o.p.)n+1. A chit (note) arrived saying that 
Pfannl was ill. On the fifteenth the weather cleared in the afternoon; but I could see that it meant 
further mischief. My diary notes that I ate a meal this day. I must have been pretty bad previously 
to make such an entry; for my diary, whatever its other defects, is a supreme model of the laconic 
style. 
Another chit told us that Pfannl was worse. The doctor went up to Camp 12 to look after him. 
Nemesis had come to town. Athletic training, as understood by athletes, is a violation of the first 
principles of nature. Wilkie Collins, in Man and Wife, had told me about it. A little old woman is 
provoked to personal conflict by the Pride of England and it ends by his collapsing. The same thing 
had happened to Pfannl. They had the utmost difficulty to get him down to Camp 11. This 
misadventure lost us our last chance of making a dash for K2. There was one series of two fine days, 
the second of which could have been used by Knowles and myself if we had not 
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been obliged to superintend the caravan of invalids. From the sixteenth to the nineteenth was an 
almost continuous snowstorm. Pfannl was suffering from oedema of both lungs and his mind was 
gone. 
A pathetic incident sticks in my mind. He sent for me to come to his tent and told me that these 
dull brutes could not understand him, but that I, as a poet, would be able to enter into his feelings. 
He then said that there were three of him; two of them were all right; but the third was a mountain 
with a dagger and he was afraid that it would stab him. I did not at that time realize the 
significance of the delusion. Today it is obvious that the fear and fascination of the hills had got 
mixed up with that of the phallus, thus determining the character of the symbol. As things were, I 
could merely report that he was insane, and the doctor continued the treatment of keeping him 
continuously under morphia. 
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The twentieth was fine; and we constructed a sledge on which Pfannl could be taken down to 
Rodkass. Wessely was to stay with him permanently and the doctor to return as soon as he had 
settled him on that alp. He left on the twenty-first, which was fine; but Eckenstein and I were both 
ill again towards evening. On the twenty-second it once more commenced to graupen and