Jumping back in time to the thirsty , contemplates whether human beings are “herd animal[s].” He refuses to believe it. He wishes that modern people respected space as much as time, musing that people ought to build their houses as far apart as they can reasonably travel. Abbey quotes a Proverb on keeping distance from one’s neighbor, “lest he grow weary of thee.” Turning back to the quiet evening and the full moon, he describes the distant rocks with a quote from Percy Bysshe Shelley’s
Prometheus Unbound: “pinnacled dim in the intense inane.” After a while, Abbey retraces the path of the departed jeep, pulling up and hiding the surveyors’ stakes as he goes.