The Rhetorician’s Vade Mecum (7)

When you have reached the mountain, you at first despair of scaling it; youseem to have set yourself the task that Aornus[*] presented to the Macedonians; how sheer it was on every side! it was true, they thought, even a bird could hardly soar that height; to take it would be work for a Dionysus or Heracles. Then in a little while you discern two roads; or no, one is no more than a track, narrow, thorny, rough, promising thirst and sweat. But I need say no more of it; Hesiod has described it long ago. The other is broad, and fringed with flowers and well watered and —not to keep you back with vain repetitions from the prize even now within your grasp—such a road as I told you of but now.