Fréjus Rail Tunnel

The morning when from the hotel windows at Glion she had first seen the twin peaks of the Dent du Midi towering in silver high above a blue corner of the Lake of Geneva formed one memorable date.

Once, too, in the wintertime, as the Rome express stopped at three o'clock in the morning at the frontier on the Italian side of the Mont Cenis tunnel, she had carefully lifted the blind on the right-hand side of the sleeping compartment and had seen a great wall of mountains tower up in a clear, frosty moonlight from great buttresses of black rock to delicate pinnacles of ice soaring infinite miles away into a cloudless sky of blue.

She had come near to tears that night as she looked from the window, such a tumult of vague longings rushed suddenly in upon her and uplifted her.

She was made aware of dim, uncomprehended thoughts stirring in the depths of her being, and her soul was drawn upward to those glittering spires as to enchanted magnets.

I'm reading about it now.

Inaugurated in 1879, it commemorated the completion of the Frejus Rail Tunnel through the Alps.

Wait, is that the one where they had that crazy...

I remember they had that tunnel through the Alps and they had all that satanic celebration.

The morning when from the hotel windows at Glion she had first seen the twin peaks of the Dent de Midi towering in silver high above a blue corner of the lake of Geneva formed one memorable date.

Once, too, in the wintertime, as the Rome Express stopped at three o'clock in the morning at the frontier on the Italian side of the Mont Cenis tunnel, she had carefully lifted the blind on the right-hand side of the sleeping compartment and had seen a great wall of mountains tower up in a clear, frosty moonlight from great buttresses of black rock to delicate pinnacles of ice soaring infinite miles away into a cloudless sky of blue.

She had come near to tears that night as she looked from the window, such a tumult of vague longings rushed suddenly in upon her and uplifted her.

She was made aware of dim, uncomprehended thoughts stirring in the depths of her being, and her soul was drawn upward to those glittering spires as to enchanted magnets.

The morning when from the hotel windows at Glion she had first seen the twin peaks of the Dent de Midi towering in silver high above a blue corner of the lake of Geneva formed one memorable date.

Once, too, in the wintertime, as the Rome Express stopped at three o'clock in the morning at the frontier on the Italian side of the Mont Cenis tunnel, she had carefully lifted the blind on the right-hand side of the sleeping compartment and had seen a great wall of mountains tower up in a clear, frosty moonlight from great buttresses of black rock to delicate pinnacles of ice soaring infinite miles away into a cloudless sky of blue.

She had come near to tears that night as she looked from the window, such a tumult of vague longings rushed suddenly in upon her and uplifted her.

She was made aware of dim, uncomprehended thoughts stirring in the depths of her being, and her soul was drawn upward to those glittering spires as to enchanted magnets.

The morning when from the hotel windows at Glion she had first seen the twin peaks of the Dent de Midi towering in silver high above a blue corner of the lake of Geneva formed one memorable date.

Once, too, in the wintertime, as the Rome Express stopped at three o'clock in the morning at the frontier on the Italian side of the Mont Cenis tunnel, she had carefully lifted the blind on the right-hand side of the sleeping compartment and had seen a great wall of mountains tower up in a clear, frosty moonlight from great buttresses of black rock to delicate pinnacles of ice soaring infinite miles away into a cloudless sky of blue.

She had come near to tears that night as she looked from the window, such a tumult of vague longings rushed suddenly in upon her and uplifted her.

She was made aware of dim, uncomprehended thoughts stirring in the depths of her being, and her soul was drawn upward to those glittering spires as to enchanted magnets.

The morning when from the hotel windows at Glion she had first seen the twin peaks of the Dent du Midi towering in silver high above a blue corner of the lake of Geneva formed one memorable date.

Once, too, in the wintertime, as the Rome Express stopped at three o'clock in the morning at the frontier on the Italian side of the Mont Cenis tunnel, she had carefully lifted the blind on the right-hand side of the sleeping compartment and had seen a great wall of mountains tower up in a clear, frosty moonlight from great buttresses of black rock to delicate pinnacles of ice soaring infinite miles away into a cloudless sky of blue.

She had come near to tears that night as she looked from the window, such a tumult of vague longings rushed suddenly in upon her and uplifted her.

She was made aware of dim, uncomprehended thoughts stirring in the depths of her being, and her soul was drawn upward to those glittering spires as to enchanted magnets.

The morning when from the hotel windows at Glion she had first seen the twin peaks of the Dent du Midi towering in silver high above a blue corner of the lake of Geneva formed one memorable date.

Once, too, in the wintertime, as the Rome Express stopped at three o'clock in the morning at the frontier on the Italian side of the Mont Cenis tunnel, she had carefully lifted the blind on the right-hand side of the sleeping compartment and had seen a great wall of mountains tower up in a clear, frosty moonlight from great buttresses of black rock to delicate pinnacles of ice soaring infinite miles away into a cloudless sky of blue.

She had come near to tears that night as she looked from the window, such a tumult of vague longings rushed suddenly in upon her and uplifted her.

She was made aware of dim, uncomprehended thoughts stirring in the depths of her being, and her soul was drawn upward to those glittering spires as to enchanted magnets.

The morning when from the hotel windows at Glion she had first seen the twin peaks of the Dent du Midi towering in silver high above a blue corner of the Lake of Geneva formed one memorable date.

Once, too, in the wintertime, as the Rome express stopped at three o'clock in the morning at the frontier on the Italian side of the Mont Cenis tunnel, she had carefully lifted the blind on the right-hand side of the sleeping compartment and had seen a great wall of mountains tower up in a clear, frosty moonlight from great buttresses of black rock to delicate pinnacles of ice soaring infinite miles away into a cloudless sky of blue.

She had come near to tears that night as she looked from the window, such a tumult of vague longings rushed suddenly in upon her and uplifted her.

She was made aware of dim, uncomprehended thoughts stirring in the depths of her being, and her soul was drawn upward to those glittering spires as to enchanted magnets.