olympus must be a glory to the eyes and the heart , and there are those who crave it and those who find a clear way to it , mayhap , but i know castle rock like the back of my hand and i could never leave it for no shortcuts where the roads may go ; in october the sky over the lake is no glory but it is passing fair , with those big white clouds that move so slow ; i sit here on the bench , and think about 'phelia todd and homer buckland , and i do n't necessarily wish i was where they are ... but i still wish i was a smoking man .