We can't all wax rhapsodic

Below the lodge, an unsurpassable panorama of mountains, valleys and plains stretched out before our eyes.

We gazed out upon this marvellous vista for some minutes, and then I broke our respectful silence by challenging Kevin to put his feelings about it into words. He pondered a moment, and then offered "Nice!" When it comes to nature, Kevin can be awfully plebeian sometimes. He has no soul.

Frank Kusy, Kevin and I in India (Grinning Bandit Books: 2013), p. 54 (first published 1986)