I have made and consumed brunch (an extraordinarily unhealthy repast consisting of steak and eggs, sourdough bread, cheddar cheese, coffee, nd sliced tomatoes) and brought myself to a whopping 1682 words. Strangely, this is going quite smoothly. All the pieces are in place for the earth-shattering kaboom, and I am pausing to imagine the scene before I get down to fisticuffs.
I wonder if this cathedral has electric lights or gaslamps, at this juncture. Also, I bet it's been retrofitted with an organ... or four.