And now for something completely different……

“Over their irregular roofs would fall throughout the seasons,
the shadows of time-eaten buttresses,
of broken and lofty turrets,
and, most enormous of all,
the shadow of the Tower of Flints.
This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy,
arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry
and pointed blasphemously at heaven.
At night the owls made of it an echoing throat;
by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.”

Mervyn Peake