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In the Foreword to this work I have had occasion to say something about the<br />
amenities of my habitation. The charming, charmingly vague lady (see note to line<br />
691), who secured it for me, sight unseen, meant well, no doubt, especially since it<br />
was widely admired in the neighborhood for its "old-world spaciousness and<br />
graciousness." Actually, it was an old, dismal, white-and-black, half-timbered house,<br />
of the type termed wodnaggen in my country, with carved gables, drafty bow<br />
windows and a so-called "semi-noble" porch, surmounted by a hideous veranda.<br />
Judge Goldsworth had a wife, and four daughters. Family photographs met me in the<br />
hallway and pursued me from room to room, and although I am sure that Alphina (9),<br />
Betty (10), Candida (12), and Dee (14) will soon change from horribly cute little<br />
schoolgirls to smart young ladies and superior mothers, I must confess that their pert<br />
pictures irritated me to such an extent that finally I gathered them one by one and<br />
dumped them all in a closet under the gallows row of their cellophane-shrouded<br />
winter clothes. In the study I found a large picture of their parents, with sexes<br />
reversed, Mrs. G. resembling Malenkov, and Mr. G. a Medusa-locked hag, and this I<br />
replaced by the reproduction of a beloved early Picasso: earth boy leading raincloud<br />
horse. I did not bother, though, to do much about the family books which were also all<br />
over the house - four sets of different Children's Encyclopedias, and a stolid grown-up<br />
one that ascended all the way from shelf to shelf along a flight of stairs to burst an<br />
appendix in the attic. Judging by the novels in Mrs. Goldsworth's boudoir, her<br />
intellectual interests were fully developed, going as they did from Amber to Zen. The<br />
head of this alphabetic family had a library too, but this consisted mainly of legal<br />
works and a lot of conspicuously lettered ledgers. All the layman could glean for<br />
instruction and entertainment was a morocco-bound album in which the judge had<br />
lovingly pasted the life histories and pictures of people he had sent to prison or<br />
condemned to death: unforgettable faces of imbecile hoodlums, last smokes and last<br />
grins, a strangler's quite ordinary-looking hands, a self-made widow, the close-set<br />
merciless eyes of a homicidal maniac (somewhat resembling, I admit, the late Jacques<br />
d'Argus), a bright little parricide aged seven ("Now, sonny, we want you to tell us -"),<br />
and a sad pudgy old pederast who had blown up his blackmailer. What rather<br />
surprised me was that he, my learned landlord, and not his "missus," directed the<br />
household. Not only had he left me a detailed inventory of all such articles as cluster<br />
around a new tenant like a mob of menacing natives, but he had taken stupendous<br />
pains to write out on slips of paper recommendations, explanations, injunctions and<br />
supplementary lists. Whatever I touched on the first day of my stay yielded a<br />
specimen of Goldsworthiana. I unlocked the medicine chest in the second bathroom,<br />
and out fluttered a message advising me that the slit for discarded safety blades was<br />
too full to use. I opened the icebox, and it warned me with a bark that "no national<br />
specialties with odors hard to get rid of" should be placed therein. I pulled out the<br />
middle drawer of the desk in the study - and discovered a catalogue raisonné of its<br />
meager contents which included an assortment of ashtrays, a damask paperknife<br />
(described as "one ancient dagger brought by Mrs. Goldsworth's father from the<br />
Orient"), and an old but unused pocket diary optimistically maturing there until its<br />
calendric correspondencies came around again. Among various detailed notices<br />
affixed to a special board in the pantry, such as plumbing instructions, dissertations on<br />
electricity, discourses on cactuses and so forth, I found the diet of the black cat that<br />
came with the house:<br />
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