A Room With a View by Edward Morgan Forster Chapter 15 Page 29

“I never notice much difference in views.”

“What do you mean?”

“Because they're all alike. Because all that matters in them is distance and air.”

“H'm!” said Cecil, uncertain whether the remark was striking or not.

“My father” — he looked up at her (and he was a little flushed) — “says that there is only one perfect view — the view of the sky straight over our heads, and that all these views on earth are but bungled copies of it.”

“I expect your father has been reading Dante,” said Cecil, fingering the novel, which alone permitted him to lead the conversation.