closed the door behind me, shutting out the bondieuserie, the low ceiling, the chintz, the lambskin bindings, the views of Florence, the bowls of hyacinth and potpourri, the petit-point, the intimate feminine, modern world and was back under the coved and coffered roof, the columns and entablature of the central hall, in the august, masculine atmosphere of a better age.
Seems to be using architecture as an element
