Columns after columns, higher and more massive than towers, follow one another so closely, in an excess of accumulation, that they produce a feeling almost of suffocation.

They mount into the clear sky and sustain there traverses of stone which you scarcely dare to contemplate.

One hesitates to advance; a feeling comes over you that you are become infinitesimally small and as easy to crush as an insect.

The silence grows preternaturally solemn.

The stars through all the gaps in the fearful ceilings seem to send their scintillations to you in an abyss.