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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Fanny Herself by Edna Ferber: curves, so that the mountains seem to leap about, friskily,
first confronting you on one side of the car window, then
disappearing and seeming to taunt you from the windows of
the opposite side. Fanny laughed aloud. The mountain
steam-car was waiting at Loveland. There were few
passengers at this time of year. The driver was a great
tanned giant, pongee colored from his hair to his puttees
and boots. Fanny was to learn, later, that in Estes Park
the male tourist was likely to be puny, pallid, and
unattractive when compared to the tall, slim, straight,
khaki-clad youth, browned by the sun, and the wind, and
Fanny Herself |
