“Here’s another queer thing. If I shut my eyes I can see this place down
to every detail—every detail...Now I come to think of it—I’ve never
realized this consciously before. Often when I am away from here I
revisit it in spirit—wander about among your red chairs, stare at the
bowl of fruit on the black table—and just touch, very lightly, that
marvel of a sleeping boy’s head.”
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