It is not stone, but it is more like stone than flesh. The Bounds breathe & change – they are some say the limbs of the House – but I have never subscribed to the notion that the House is an organism. THROUGH THE WHITE DOOR WINDOWSOne recalls its stairs and galleries and the light of its windows with a sentiment like that of half-waking memories on clear autumn mornings… I found then that I prepared my limbs for sleep with the trembling anticipation of one who awaits a fickle lover, and that sleep, indeed, was fickle…īut at length I walked again in the outer precincts of the Mansus, that place we call the Bounds, which we dare to believe above the Wood. You should know that once one has entered the Mansus, the memory of it hooks & tears. I had prepared the proper tisanes & I had some hope of entrance that night. Speech may not pass its valves, and dreamers are mute when they enter the House. The White Door was known anciently as the Bone Door or the Ivory Door. In preparation for the Riddle of the Stag Door (which I will describe later) a dreamer passes through the White Door, not once but many times. I write in haste & may be lacking clarity. Herein I have set down my recollections of my time with the Society of the Noble Endeavour. Extensive fire-damage, reconstructed in part. Oriflamme’s, Lot 5, Auction 5th May ’57. Fragments of the notebooks of ‘Parsival’, recovered from the wreck of Mr Strathcoyne’s private library.
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