I never fully appreciated the importance of high ground until I went to Gettysburg. We zipped around on Segways in this golden, blowy sunset, everything quiet and green and no sign of the mayhem of 150 years ago. Anyway, there is a hill that had been partially cleared by local farmers. By the second day of battle it became clear that Little Round Top was the place to be, because the guns of that time could shoot out and down a lot better than they could shoot up. The Union just barely got control of Little Round Top in time and it was ably defended by the 20th Maine who fixed bayonets and charged when they found themselves out of ammunition.* Kind of puts dieting in perspective, doesn't it?
At the Halloween Parade party at my friend's house I iced cupcakes without eating any. And I felt that elusive satisfaction that is the Moral High Ground. It's funny, it's a quieter pleasure than an actual cupcake, but it's still nice.
*Apologies to those that actually know this stuff.