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Unable to pull Simpson back up the cliff and gradually losing traction in the loose snow, Yates realizes, after about an hour and a half, that he is gradually being pulled from his unbelayed stance and will eventually fall in excess of 150 feet to his almost certain death. Yates decides that the only option available to him to avoid being pulled from the cliff is to cut the rope connecting him with Simpson. After surviving a sub-zero and stormy night on the mountain Yates completed his descent to the surface of the glacier but cannot find his partner concluding that Simpson must have fallen to the large crevasse at the base of the cliff. He inspects the opening of the crevasse to the extent that he can without falling in himself and calls out to try and communicate with Simpson. Receiving no response Yates concludes Simpson must be dead and he returns to the base camp alone, where he stays to recuperate from his ordeal.
Touching the Void
Van Kerrebroeck, H., Willems, K. and Brengman, M. (2017), "Touching the void: Exploring consumer perspectives on touch-enabling technologies in online retailing", International Journal of Retail & Distribution Management, Vol. 45 No. 7/8, pp. 892-909. -09-2016-0156
Temporal lobe epilepsy (TLE) can be associated with a marked impairment of autobiographical memory. This is occasionally its presenting feature. We describe two individuals with severe epilepsy-associated autobiographical memory loss. Both MB and PT were reassured initially that their memory was intact on the basis of standard neuropsychological tests. Both have written detailed accounts of their symptoms. The key neuropsychological features of their cases are the relative normality of performance on standard memory tests, with preservation of semantic memory for impersonal information, in contrast to a profound amnesia for salient autobiographical episodes and an impoverishment of imaginative scene construction. First person accounts from these individuals illustrate the importance of autobiographical memory in sustaining a coherent sense of self, informing interpersonal relationships and supporting future thinking and problem-solving. These cases contribute to the growing evidence for a distinctive pattern of autobiographical memory loss associated with TLE, and indicate that it can take a severe form affecting both personal semantics and episodic recollection. Defining the phase of memory processing most relevant to this form of amnesia, and the roles of physiological and structural pathology, requires further research. The paper's title refers to the introspective 'void' highlighted by both MB and PT in their reports - in PT's words: 'My primary symptom is the void that is my past'.
A common World War I saying is that there are no atheists in fox holes. Joe disproves this notion. Facing sure death, and convinced that his lifespan could be measured in hours and minutes, Joe did not turn to the Catholicism of his youth. As far as he was concerned, all that awaited him was an endless void, and it was luck and perseverance, not a miracle, that saved him. (We do not know Simon's thoughts on religion, but we can infer from his statements that he put no more trust in God than his partner.)
In what is now a famous story, two climbers got themselves into a bit of trouble in the Andes. Descending rapidly to avoid a pressing storm, one climber, Joe, broke his leg. The other climber, Simon, started to lower Joe down the mountain. Joe howled in pain, but still Joe lowered him apace. The alternative was to risk death for them both.
I glanced at the rope stretched tautly above me. It ran up the wall and disappeared onto the slope above. There was no possibility of getting back to that slope some twenty feet above me. I looked at the wall of the crevasse close by my shoulder. On the other side another wall of ice towered up ten feet away. I was hanging in a shaft of water ice. The decision to look down came as I was in the process of turning. I swung round quickly, catching my smashed knee on the ice wall and howling in a frenzy of pain and fright. Instead of seeing the rope twisting loosely in a void beneath me, I stared blankly at the snow below my feet, not fully believing what I was seeing. A floor! There was a wide snow-covered floor fifteen feet below me. There was no emptiness, and no black void. I swore softly, and heard it whisper off the walls around me. Then I let out a cry of delight and relief which boomed round the crevasse. I yelled again and again, listening to the echoes, and laughed between the yells. I was at the bottom of the crevasse. 041b061a72