You've got to climb to the top of Mount Everest to reach the Valley of the Dolls. It's a brutal climb to reach that peak, which so few have seen.

You never knew what was really up there, but the last thing you expected to find was the Valley of the Dolls.

You stand there, waiting for the rush of exhiliration you thought you'd feel---but it doesn't come. You're too far away to hear the applause and take your bows. And there's no place left to climb.

You're alone, and the feeling of loneliness is overpowering. The air is so thin you can scarcely breathe. You've made it---and the world says you're a hero.

But it was more fun at the bottom when you started, with nothing more than hope and the dream of fulfillment. All you saw was the of that mountain---there was no one to tell you about the Valley of the Dolls.

But it's different when you reach the summit. The elements have left you battered, deafened, sightless---and too weary to enjoy your victory.