It all looked contemptible.

One seemed to see something beyond, something vaster--vaster than cathedrals, vaster than the conception of the gods to whom cathedrals were raised.
The tower reeled out of the perpendicular.

One saw beyond it, not roofs, or smoke, or hills, but an unrealised, an unrealisable infinity of space.
It was merely momentary.

The tower filled its place again and I looked at her.
"What the devil," I said, hysterically--"what the devil do you play these tricks upon me for ?" "You see," she answered, "the rudiments of the sense are there." "You must excuse me if I fail to understand," I said, grasping after fragments of dropped dignity.

"I am subject to fits of giddiness." I felt a need for covering a species of nakedness.