“Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains...”
“The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope of introspection.”
“If a ghost were to consider climbing in the window, or seeping through the plaster, he might think twice about facing Maria.”
“She felt him through the fabric of her dress, hearing the silk taffeta rustle like a breathless woman. The dress clearly wanted more.”
“Have you seen Marcus?" he asked his ugly friend."Yes, he was stoping some people in the Violet Room from climbing the curtains.""What for?""They were not professionals.""Oh.”
“A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened...And then the days came and I was alone.”