The nameless nightclimber has had--ever since Cambridge--some idiosyncratic compulsion to literally go up the wall, now is sent by a somewhat amorphous organization for some equally unspecified purpose to a cave in the Aegean--the cave of the Cyclops. En route he falls in love, with a former opera star in a state of considerable disrepair, manages to salvage her along with his life. . . . P-lushly overwritten but different.