John Galsworthy 
Patrician 

pub One.info present you this new edition. Light, entering the vast room- a room so high that its carved ceiling refused itself to exact scrutiny- travelled, with the wistful, cold curiosity of the dawn, over a fantastic storehouse of Time. Light, unaccompanied by the prejudice of human eyes, made strange revelation of incongruities, as though illuminating the dispassionate march of history.