So Long As You Write It Away

It Watches," He Added Suddenly. "the House. It Watches Every Move You Make.

I Shall Weave A Suit Of Leaves. At Once. With Acorns For Buttons.

The Number Of People Who Expected Mrs. Hutchinson To Win A Bendix Washer Would Amaze You.

Oh Constance, We Are So Happy.

No Live Organism Can Continue For Long To Exist Sanely Under Conditions Of Absolute Reality; Even Larks And Katydids Are Supposed, By Some, To Dream. Hill House, Not Sane, Stood By Itself Against Its Hills, Holding Darkness Within; It Had Stood So For Eighty Years And Might Stand For Eighty More. Within, Walls Continued Upright, Bricks Met Neatly, Floors Were Firm, And Doors Were Sensibly Shut; Silence Lay Steadily Against The Wood And Stone Of Hill House, And Whatever Walked There, Walked Alone.