THINGS

A story of the sixties

YOUR

e
y
e

first of all,

would G L I D E over the
g
r
e
y
fitted carpet

in the narrow,
l
l
l
l
o
o
o
n
n
g
g
g
and HIGH
-ceilinged corridor.

Its walls would be cupboards,
in l i g h t
-coloured wood,

with fittings of GLEAMING brass. Three prints,
depicting, respectively,

would lead to a leather curtain

h
a
n
g
i
n
g

on a

T H I C K,
black,
grainy
wooden rings

which would
s

l

i

d

e

back at the merest touch.

There,

the carpet would give way to

an almost yellow
woodblock floor,
partly covered by