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By moonlight—the moon shines in all night when there is a moon—I wouldn't know it was the same paper. At night in any kind of light, in twilight, candlelight, lamplight, and worst of all by moonlight, it becomes bars! The outside pattern I mean, and the woman behind it is as plain as can be. BY MOONLIGHT THE MOON SHINES IN ALL NIGHT WHEN THERE IS A MOON I WOULDN'T KNOW IT WAS THE SAME PAPER AT NIGHT IN ANY KIND OF LIGHT IN TWILIGHT CANDLE LIGHT LAMP LIGHT AND WORST OF ALL MY MOONLIGHT IT BECOMES BARS THE OUTSIDE PATTERN I MEAN AND THE WOMAN BEHIND IT IS AS PLAIN AS CAN BE
ylight, there is a lack of sequence, a defiance of law, that is a constant irritant to a normal mind. The color is hideous enough, and unreliable enough, and infuriating enough, but the pattern is torturing. You think you have mastered it, but just as you get well under way in following, it turns a back somersault and there you are. It slaps you in the face, knocks you down, and tramples upon you. It is like a bad dream. The outside pattern is a florid arabesque, reminding one of a fungus. If you can imagine a toadstool in joints, an interminable string of toadstools, budding and sprouting in endless convolutions,—why, that is something like it. That is, sometimes! There is one marked peculiarity about this paper, a thing nobody seems to notice but myself, and that is that it changes as the light changes. When the sun shoots in through the east window—I always watch for that first long, straight ray—it changes so quickly that I never can quite believe it. That is why I watch it always. ELY ON A PATTERN LIKE THIS BY DAYLIGHT THERE IS A LACK OF SEQUENCE A DEFIANCE OF LAW THAT IS A CONSTANT IRRITANT TO A NORMAL MIND THE COLOUR IS HIDEOUS ENOUGH AND UNRELIABLE ENOUGH AND INFURIATING ENOUGH BUT THE PATTERN IS TORTURING YOU THINK YOU'VE MASTERED IT BUT JUST AS YOU WILL GET UNDER WAY IN FOLLOWING IT TURNS A BACK SOMERSAULT AND THERE YOU ARE IT SLAPS YOU IN THE FACE KNOCKS YOU DOWN AND TRAMPLES UPON YOU IT IS LIKE A BAD DREAM THE OUTSIDE PATTERN IS A FLORID ARABESQUE REMINDING ONE OF A FUNGUS IF YOU CAN IMAGINE A TOADSTOOL ENJOINTS AN INTERMINABLE STRING OF TOADSTOOLS BUDDING AND SPROUTING IN ENDLESS CONVOLUTIONS WHY THAT IS SOMETHING LIKE IT THAT IS SOMETIMES THERE IS ONE MARKED PECULIARITY ABOUT THIS PAPER A THING NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE BUT MYSELF AND THAT IS THAT IT CHANGES AS THE LIGHT CHANGES WHEN THE SUN SHOOTS IN THROUGH THE EAST WINDOW I ALWAYS WATCH FOR THAT FIRST LONG STRAIGHT RAY IT CHANGES SO QUICKLY THAT I NEVER CAN QUITE BELIEVE IT THAT IS WHY I WATCH IT ALWAYS
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