William Golding. Spire (№ 321584)

You should know that. If anything, same as you. Negligible. And I realize their insignificance. And you? Remember Ivo, Jocelyn. You made the boy a Canon. Only because his father gave logs for the spire. You see. He has as much right in the Cathedral, as you have. Or me. But it's at least less harm. He was always on the hunt. And you choked us like a curse. When I saw you in authority of the Abbot, sometimes my heart ached and my breath. And here's what I say. Although now hangs over us this stone block, among the canons of peace and harmony, like a balm poured over our souls, because there is no you.