I don't usually write a post about a newspaper article, but I read this article in the Wall Street Journal and it struck me. Now I want to read some more that Storace has written. Here is what struck me in this article:
I saw it immediately, propped up against a dressing table - an intricately carved door whose rich, nocturnally dark wood was studded with stars that I would soon learn were formed of brass, camel bone and silver, and which seemed to pulse and shimmer as my eyes moved over them. ...... No matter how long I stared at it, I found more to see.
"Why don't you take the door?" he asked. It seemed to be a genuine question, gently posed, not the opening of a subtly aggressive sales pitch. It had never occurred to me that I could buy it. I lived in an already crowded studio apartment and, though I often dreamed of doing so, had no prospect of moving. "I'm afraid I have no place for it," I said, apologetic that I had kept him in the shop for so long. "I don't have a house."
"Don't be afraid," he told me. "A door is the beginning of a house."
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