"...there were rows upon rows of pews, old oak polished to a shine--and far, far above that, the flight of gray stone carved into arches. Pillars formed shadowed corridors; windows soared on the wall beyond. The flagstones gleamed. There was sunlight all around and dust in the air and a stillness that had weight."

“Ship like this, be with you till the day you die.”
“Because it’s a deathtrap, sir.”
Things that are wrong with my laptop now include:
and now, to top it all off: