The Last Man by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Fiction, ClassicsWe arrived at last at a wide cavern with an arched domelike roof. An aperture in the midst let in the light of heaven; but this was overgrown with brambles and underwood, which acted as a veil, obscuring the day, and giving a solemn religious hue to the apartment. It was spacious, and nearly circular, with a raised seat of stone, about the size of a Grecian couch, at one end. The only sign that life had been here, was the perfect snow white skeleton