anywhere on earth, for that matter. I had the feeling that the only real place that existed was the room. It
was frightening. The room was larger than it seemed possible it could be, judging from the size of the
store. Perhaps it was the light that made it seem so. A soft mellow, dusky light. It is exquisitely paneled,
even the ceiling. On one side there is nothing but these beautiful old dark panelings with carvings in very
low relief covering them. There is a fireplace and a fire was burning in it. It was unusually warm but the
warmth was not oppressive. There was a faint fragrant odor, probably from the burning wood. The
furniture is old and exquisite too, but unfamiliar. There are some tapestries, clearly ancient. It is curious,
but I find it difficult to recall clearly just what is in that room. All that is clear is its unfamiliar beauty. I do
remember clearly an immense table, and I recall thinking of it as a "baronial board." And I remember
intensely the round mirror, and I don't like to think of that.