PALOMIDES.
We will go in everywhere….
ALLADINE.
You would think I was not made to dwell there,—that it was not built for me…. Once I lost my way there…. I pushed open thirty doors, before I found the light of day again…. And I could not go out; the last door opened on a pool…. And the vaults that are cold all summer; and the galleries that bend back on themselves endlessly…. There are stairways that lead nowhere and terraces from which nothing can be seen….