1 It lit this house with light which came from those globes of glass on the walls.
2 Its walls were hard and smooth to the touch; it felt like stone, but it was not stone.
3 The walls were hard and smooth, of that stone unlike stone which we had seen in our tunnel.
4 We found a room with walls made of shelves, which held rows of manuscripts, from the floor to the ceiling.
5 The walls are cracked and water runs upon them in thin threads without sound, black and glistening as blood.
6 We saw a great painting on the wall over their heads, of the twenty illustrious men who had invented the candle.
7 The fire flickers in the oven and blue shadows dance upon the walls, and there is no sound of men to disturb us.
8 There was nothing left around us, nothing save night and a thin thread of flame in it, as a crack in the wall of a prison.
9 We found wires that led to strange little globes of glass on the walls; they contained threads of metal thinner than a spider's web.
10 And also they were not liked because they took pieces of coal and they drew pictures upon the walls, and they were pictures which made men laugh.
11 There was more window than wall upon its walls, and the windows went on straight around the corners, though how this kept the house standing we could not guess.
12 There was more window than wall upon its walls, and the windows went on straight around the corners, though how this kept the house standing we could not guess.
13 And now there is nothing here save our one body, and it is strange to see only two legs stretched on the ground, and on the wall before us the shadow of our one head.
14 There were great pieces of glass on the walls, but it was not glass, for when we looked upon it we saw our own bodies and all the things behind us, as on the face of a lake.
15 They leapt to their feet, they ran from the table, and they stood pressed against the wall, huddled together, seeking the warmth of one another's bodies to give them courage.
16 Then I shall build a barrier of wires around my home, and across the paths which lead to my home; a barrier light as a cobweb, more impassable than a wall of granite; a barrier my brothers will never be able to cross.
17 A flaming grill kept dancing before our eyes, and we thought of nothing save that grill, a grill, a grill of red squares, and then we knew that we were looking at the squares of the iron grill in the door, and there were also the squares of stone on the walls, and the squares which the lash was cutting upon our back, crossing and re-crossing itself in our flesh.
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