I was climbing to the top of the Wyoming Valley walls through a particularly steep pitch when I ran across, in a tough to access spot, a nondescript tree. On it was carved the alphabet, with a few letters missing — maybe this was a practice tree for Lord knows what.
Why would someone go to such an out of the way place to carve this is beyond me. Maybe he was feeling what Kazantzakis felt:
“May God forgive me, but the letters of the alphabet frighten me terribly. They are sly, shameless demons – and dangerous! You open the inkwell, release them; they run off – and how will you ever get control of them again!” Nikos Kazantzakis