I have taken up residence within you; I am central in your innermost being.
A literary Australian woman I met in New York one summer said to me, “Go for his bookcase. Forget his shoes, - see if you can live in his library.”
(He) … wanted gold and silver, but not in the way of common thieves, for a wealth. He wanted them because they shone, and were pure. Strange, afflicted, and deformed, he sought a cure in the abstract relation of colors…
… like an infection, or religion, and he came to it each time a starving man.
—Winter’s Tale, Mark Helprin
Rudy and his horse Blaze
