#the parson

Suddenly a soldier's automatic awareness of weather conditions made him look out the window. A peculiar blanching and blurring process was obscuring the light outside. The sun was paling, a curious dimming was everywhere apparent, a pallor was diffusing itself into the air, smudging the shapes and stealing the colours of the garden flowers. Eclipsed to a pale lamp, the sun suddenly went out altogether; the cliff withdrew from sight. Only a few of the flowers in the foreground still floated, dim and derealized, colourless ghosts of themselves,in the thick white mists billowing up from the invisible water, which could be heard softly sucking and smacking the rocks below. (p.20) So she was disconcerted to see, straight above them, the hoary grey head of rock, thrust into and filling the sky. Taking her by surprise, the bare upheaval of naked granite, grim and overwhelming in its immensity and nearness, had a strong effect on her imagination. She'd never been close to one of the tors; and, to her surprised eyes, there was something extraordinary about the huge knot of pale, up-ended stones, towering aggressively just overhead, like a fortress, excluding the sun. (p.31) Suddenly, as she looked, the valley sank out of sight, all its toylike brightness put out as the sun disappeared and the lumpish tors heaved themselves up all around it in  startling significance, huge and uncanny, the gloomy dark masses of moorland standing out menacingly. (p.47)

I find it quite funny that simply because the man embodies of a true and honest priest then the narrator decrees that there is no finer priest anywhere, certainly outlining the corruption of the church - simply having a man doing his work properly and without an ulterior motive is cause for celebration and honourable regard. 

The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer