"This is a pretty place you've given me.

Where do you get all your electric lights?
Where do you get fancy plumbing in this wilderness ?" "Our own plant," explained the boy proudly.

"Isn't that corking water?
Look at it--heavenly cold and clear, or hot as hell, whichever way you're inclined--" turning on a silver spigot chiselled like a cherub.
"That water comes from Cloudy Lake, up there on that dome-shaped mountain.

Here, stand here beside me, Duane, and you can see it from your window.

That's the Gilded Dome--that big peak.