the tired clich of bank robbing itself notwithstanding , my mood is not leavened by the nascent sunrise embossing the twinkling lights of the myriad police and tactical armoured vehicles corralled outside the bulky , neo-gothic monstrosity of the bank , itself like some vast stone cathedral to the gods of homo conomicus , or perhaps more like a spaceship as envisaged by early medieval christians preparing to wing all their earthly concerns into the heavenly vault above .