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I saw a green door ajar in an upper room: the whole of the front wall of the house was gone: the door partly opened oddly on to a little staircase, whose steps one could just see, that one wondered whither it went. I SAW A GREEN DOOR AJAR IN AN UPPER ROOM THE WHOLE OF THE FRONT WALL OF THE HOUSE WAS GONE THE DOOR PARTLY OPENED ODDLY ON TO A LITTLE STAIRCASE WHOSE STEPS ONE COULD JUST SEE THAT ONE WONDERED WHITHER IT WENT
t covered with ivy, and has no curious architecture or strange secrets of history, and is not beautiful or romantic at all. It has no tale to tell of old civilizations, not otherwise known, told of by few grey stones. Ruin to-day is destruction and sorrow and debt and loss, come down untidily upon modern homes and cutting off ordinary generations, smashing the implements of familiar trades and making common avocations obsolete. It is no longer the guardian and the chronicle of ages that we should otherwise forget: ruin to-day is an age heaped up in rubble around us before it has ceased to be still green in our memory. Quite ordinary wardrobes in unseemly attitudes gape out from bedrooms whose front walls are gone, in houses whose most inner design shows unconcealed to the cold gaze of the street. The rooms have neither mystery nor adornment. Burst mattresses loll down from bedraggled beds. No one has come to tidy them up for years. And roofs have slanted down as low as the first floor. UIN TO DAY IS NOT COVERED WITH IVY AND HAS NO CURIOUS ARCHITECTURE OR STRANGE SECRETS OF HISTORY AND IS NOT BEAUTIFUL OR ROMANTIC AT ALL IT HAS NO TALE TO TELL OF OLD CIVILIZATIONS NOT OTHERWISE KNOWN TOLD OF BY FEW GREY STONES RUIN TO DAY IS DESTRUCTION AND SORROW AND DEBT AND LOSS COME DOWN UNTIDILY UPON MODERN HOMES AND CUTTING OFF ORDINARY GENERATIONS SMASHING THE IMPLEMENTS OF FAMILIAR TRADES AND MAKING COMMON AVOCATIONS OBSOLETE IT IS NO LONGER THE GUARDIAN AND THE CHRONICLE OF AGES THAT WE SHOULD OTHERWISE FORGET RUIN TO DAY IS AN AGE HEAPED UP IN RUBBLE AROUND US BEFORE IT HAS CEASED TO BE STILL GREEN IN OUR MEMORY QUITE ORDINARY WARDROBES AND UNSEEMLY ATTITUDES GAPE OUT FROM BEDROOMS WHOSE FRONT WALLS ARE GONE IN HOUSES WHOSE MOST INNER DESIGN SHOWS UNCONCEALED TO THE COLD GAZE OF THE STREET THE ROOMS HAVE NEITHER MYSTERY NOR ADORNMENT BURST MATTRESSES LOLL DOWN FROM BEDRAGGLED BEDS NO ONE HAS COME TO TIDY THEM UP FOR YEARS AND ROOFS HAVE SLANTED DOWN AS LOW AS THE FIRST FLOOR
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