Sometimes I rented suites furnished, sometimes unfurnished, according to the demand. Two things every tenant provided for himself–sound and silence. His own personality manufactured these, just as he stamped his imprint on every inch of his environment, placing his furniture just so, hoisting and lowering his window blinds…
Friction quickly scraped the glamour of newness from my house-even from the start of its building. My Architect was a querulous, dictatorial man who antagonized his every workman. He had been recommended to me by an inlaw; like a fool I trusted and did not investigate for myself,…
The House of All Sorts could not have been quite itself in any other spot in the world than just where it stood, here, in Victoria, across James’ Bay and right next to Beacon Hill Park. The house was built on part of the original property my father…
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