One night in 1999 or 2000, I was snuggled up in my portaledge on the Nose, all proud of myself for making it through the first day alive, and allofasudden a flare when off.
Later, I learned that the oldest guy to ever climb the Nose had just topped out (at 3am) and was celebrating. He was in his 80s or some such nonsense.
Talk about being humbled.....