'Nobody knows when, why and by whom this tower on the beach was built, nobody knows when and why it fell down. But it fell and shattered into thousands of glass fragments, and since that time it lies like a transparent mountain range, like a dead city, like a skeleton of a gigantic animal that become extinct in prehistoric times. Its foundation reposes on the shore; its peak is lost in the depth of the continent. The people living around it build new cities and new towers, one higher than the other, and no one notices this Tower, and no one remembers the time when its peak was lost in the clouds. And so it will lie shining in the sun, accessible to understanding only from a great altitude.'