For those who watch carefully, the fell folk may still be glimpsed staring down from the wind swept bluffs in the far North. They are not hiding, no; just wary. And who, after all, could blame them? Laughter and music used to roll off the hills each night. There is no laughter now, and when music is heard, it is quiet and forlorn.
My impressions and a wildly inaccurate summary of Steve Hagen's introduction to Buddhist philosophy.