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The
outside
pattern
is
a
florid
arabesque
,
reminding
one
of
a
fungus
.
If
you
can
imagine
a
toadstool
in
joints
,
an
interminable
string
of
toadstools
,
budding
and
sprouting
in
endless
convolutions
--
why
,
that
is
something
like
it
.
That
is
,
sometimes
!
There
is
one
marked
peculiarity
about
this
paper
,
a
thing
nobody
seems
to
notice
but
myself
,
and
that
is
that
it
changes
as
the
light
changes
.
When
the
sun
shoots
in
through
the
east
window
--
I
always
watch
for
that
first
long
,
straight
ray
--
it
changes
so
quickly
that
I
never
can
quite
believe
it
.
That
is
why
I
watch
it
always
.
By
moonlight
--
the
moon
shines
in
all
night
when
there
is
a
moon
--
I
would
n't
know
it
was
the
same
paper
.
At
night
in
any
kind
of
light
,
in
twilight
,
candle
light
,
lamplight
,
and
worst
of
all
by
moonlight
,
it
becomes
bars
!
The
outside
pattern
I
mean
,
and
the
woman
behind
it
is
as
plain
as
can
be
.
I
did
n't
realize
for
a
long
time
what
the
thing
was
that
showed
behind
,
that
dim
sub-pattern
,
but
now
I
am
quite
sure
it
is
a
woman
.
By
daylight
she
is
subdued
,
quiet
.
I
fancy
it
is
the
pattern
that
keeps
her
so
still
.
It
is
so
puzzling
.
It
keeps
me
quiet
by
the
hour
.
I
lie
down
ever
so
much
now
.
John
says
it
is
good
for
me
,
and
to
sleep
all
I
can
.
