Different members of the Spiegelglass family had different opinions of the Brick. Some considered it a sacrament. Others suspected - without ever saying so - that it was a millstone handed down from parent to child. For a sacrament it looked scruffy; it resembled a bathing sponge, ocher and creviced, rectangular and fossil-dry; stuck into its crevices were yellowed slips of paper which did not make it look prettier.
- From The Forever Street by Frederic Morton