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"
The
walls
are
—
bleak
?
"
"
Amazingly
so
!
"
"
The
tarn
,
is
it
«
black
and
lurid
»
enough
?
"
"
Most
incredibly
black
and
lurid
.
"
"
And
the
sedge
—
we
’
ve
dyed
it
,
you
know
—
is
it
the
proper
gray
and
ebon
?
"
"
Hideous
!
"
Mr
.
Bigelow
consulted
his
architectural
plans
.
From
these
he
quoted
in
part
:
"
Does
the
whole
structure
cause
an
’
iciness
,
a
sickening
of
the
heart
,
a
dreariness
of
thought
’
?
The
House
,
the
lake
,
the
land
,
Mr
.
Stendahl
?
"
"
Mr
.
Bigelow
,
it
’
s
worth
every
penny
!
My
God
,
it
’
s
beautiful
!
"
"
Thank
you
.
I
had
to
work
in
total
ignorance
.
Thank
the
Lord
you
had
your
own
private
rockets
or
we
’
d
never
have
been
allowed
to
bring
most
of
the
equipment
through
.
You
notice
,
it
’
s
always
twilight
here
,
this
land
,
always
October
,
barren
,
sterile
,
dead
.
It
took
a
bit
of
doing
.
We
killed
everything
.
Ten
thousand
tons
of
DDT
.
Not
a
snake
,
frog
,
or
Martian
fly
left
!
Twilight
always
,
Mr
.
Stendahl
;
I
’
m
proud
of
that
.
There
are
machines
,
hidden
,
which
blot
out
the
sun
.
It
’
s
always
properly
«
dreary
»
.
"
