“The unimaginably cramped cell in which St. John of the Cross was once imprisoned for months, beaten repeatedly and virtually starved, but where he nonetheless managed to compose some of his finest verses. / In a building that no longer exists—but can still be seen in El Greco’s View of Toledo.”
—David Markson, The Last Novel.
[I’m not particularly interested in Markson’s work, but came across this fragment by chance. I am however interested in St. John of the Cross’ and El Greco’s work.]