The Feeling of Danger

Says the hunter Jim Corbett, in Man-Eaters of Kumaon:

I have made mention elsewhere of the sense that warns us of impending danger, and will not labour the subject further beyond stating that this sense is a very real one and that I do not know, and therefore cannot explain, what brings it into operation. On this occasion I had neither heard nor seen the tigress, nor had I received any indication from bird or beast of her presence and yet I knew, without any shadow of doubt, that she was lying up for me among the rocks.

And again:

The premonition of impending danger is too well known and established a fact to need any comment. For three or four minutes I had stood perfectly still with no thought of danger and then all at once I became aware that the tiger was looking at me at a very short range. The same sense that had conveyed the feeling of impending danger to me had evidently operated in the same way on the tiger and awakened him from his sleep.

Now it’s mountaineer Joe Simpson, in Touching the Void:

As I climbed up to rejoin his tracks it occurred to me that I had felt a moment of anxiety only minutes before Simon had fallen. I had noticed this in the past and always wondered about it. There had been no good reason for the sudden stab of worry.

And again:

I wanted to sleep. I couldn’t be bothered to move any more. I was warm enough sleeping on the snow. The storm would cover me like a husky and keep me warm. I nearly slept, dozing fitfully, edging close to the dark comfort of sleep, but the wind kept waking me. I tried to ignore the voice, which urged me to move, but couldn’t because the other voices had gone. I couldn’t lose the voice in daydreams. ‘…don’t sleep, don’t sleep, not here. Keep going. Find a slope and dig a snow hole… don’t sleep.’

Once experienced, the reality of such a feeling is put beyond question. And it would be no exaggeration to say that adventurers like those mentioned above depend on it and trust it. The examples could go on and on… In extreme situations, for some reason, something happens. Whether the perception of danger is dependent on total absorption in the environment, cannot be said. But something happens, and perception screams out even without the support of the “traditional” senses. In many ways, man is far more interesting and complex than is often assumed…

Few Things Are as Satisfying as Acquiring…

Few things are as satisfying as acquiring a new skill, that is, being able to do something one could not do before. The sensation is all too gratifying, and sometimes proves wrong the judgment one made of the possibilities. It is difficult to measure human capabilities: the body and mind can often withstand more than is supposed. With practice and determination, wonders occur; and can hardly be equaled the satisfaction of looking back and seeing that, through one’s own efforts, it was possible to become capable.

The Fate of Every Serious Student…

The fate of every serious student is loneliness. If he does not appreciate it, or at least resist it, his business will not be long-lived and will probably fail. For this reason, many end up abandoning their studies, even if they believe they are not doing so. There comes a point, however, when stagnation is all too evident, and only those who have the courage to go it alone thrive. For a while, sometimes forever, it is inevitable not to have anyone to talk to. Enjoying this scenario of peace and silence is not for everyone, and it is good that it is so.

Everywhere, There Is No More Corrupting…

Everywhere, there is no more corrupting element than this thirst for influence, recognition and power. And the corruption that consumes is consummated slowly, sometimes imperceptibly, from an even natural desire, which springs up as if driven by unavoidable circumstances, stimulated by them in a very treacherous way, because at first it does not come up against moral obstacles. Then, once the first step has been taken, once the new desire has been accepted, one goes down a path that almost always has no turning back, in the middle of which one no longer recognizes the previous character, swallowed up by the illness of the desire. Relationships, new and old, only come out poisoned; interest predominates and trust becomes non-existent. In truth, a creature like this is justified in seeing the world as evil.