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 PeakeAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: british
- Born: July 9, 1911
- Died: November 17, 1968
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