It dealt from floor to ceiling and end to end with the Theory of the Forms of Life; the very duster by the blackboard was there to do its share in that work, the very washers in the taps; the room was more simply concentrated in aim even than a church. Once I banged on the door so hard I split it in two. Still, something had marked the face, something had left an indelible touch.
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