There is a great view from up there--a wonderful view.

A large gray monkey was part of it, and damaged it.

A monkey has no judgment.
This one was skipping about the upper great heights of the mosque -- skipping across empty yawning intervals which were almost too wide for him, and which he only just barely cleared, each time, by the skin of his teeth.

He got me so nervous that I couldn't look at the view.

I couldn't look at anything but him.