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I'm not sure how the poem is actually getting to the top of Everest. On someone's back I imagine. With the weight of conversation that now appends it, I'm glad I'm not that someone. I'm rather sure that my own simple domesticity (as opposed to climbing mountains) would have me thinking, on that climb, "Did I remember to turn the iron off" - may the climber/s have a different mantra, and God's speed given the Handicapper's poem they now carries. Clayton Hansen