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and study I am again unsettled, as with the
setting in of autumn my aunt and mother-in-law
wish to live together in Klam. We therefore
break up our camp. In order to preserve my
independence, I hire a cottage consisting of two
rooms, so as to be quite close to my little
daughter.
The first evening after settling in my new
quarters I am overcome by a terrible depression,
as though the air were poisoned. I go to my
mother-in-law: “If I sleep up there you will find
me dead in bed to-morrow. Shelter a pilgrim
for this night, my good mother!”
The rose-coloured room is at once placed at
my disposal, but, good heavens! how it has
altered since my aunt’s departure! There is
black furniture in it; the empty pigeon-holes
of a bookcase gape like so many jaws; a tall
iron oven, ornamented with ugly devices of
salamanders and dragons, confronts me like a
spectre. In a word, there reigns such a
disharmony in the room as makes me feel poorly.
Moreover, every irregularity upsets my nerves,
for I am a man of ordered habits who does
everything at stated hours. In spite of my efforts to
conceal my dissatisfaction, my mother-in-law
reads my thoughts.
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