It's the sort of view that could get you laid. It's like a big fat cigar-smoking wall street executive kind of view. Girls walk in and immediately take their panties off.
But it doesn't make me feel like that. It makes me feel more like Bartholomew Cubbins :
The Kingdom of Didd was ruled by King Derwin. His palace stood high on the top of the mountain. From his balcony, he looked down over the houses of all his subjects--first, over the spires of the noblemen's castles, across the broad roofs of the rich men's mansions, then over the little houses of the townsfolk, to the huts of the farmers far off in the fields. It was a mighty view and it made King Derwin feel mighty important. Far off in the fields, on the edge of a cranberry bog, stood the hut of the Cubbins family. From the small door Bartholomew looked across the huts of the farmers to the houses of the townsfolk, then to the rich men's mansions and the noblemen's castles, up to the great towering palace of the King. It was exactly the same view that King Derwin saw from his balcony, but Bartholomew saw it backward. It was a mighty view, but it made Bartholomew Cubbins feel mighty small.
(The 500 Hats was a pretty big influence on me; I think I've tried to drunkenly tell people about it several times, to little avail). (and that's not actually how it makes me feel, it's a beautiful view, I just love this passage).