It's just because I love the past that I want this house to look back on its glamourous moment of youth and beauty, and I want its stairs to creak as if to the footsteps of women with hoop skirts and men in boots and spurs. But they've made it into a blondined, rouged-up old woman of sixty.

“We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bo…”

“I don't give a damn about you now, but it was a new experience for me and I fel…”

“The siren soared again, closer at hand, and then, with no anticipatory roar and…”

“At the gray tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with thi…”