![]() ![]() ![]() There’s no one left to ask if it was ever there, not these days, now the three old men are gone. But the more he pursues it, the more N, so briefly held in superposition between the memories of Harliss and Perrot, slips out of view. Arnold, briefly obsessed, searches vainly through records written and oral: he even visits Stoke Newington. Or perhaps N is Stoke Newington, full of the deep alchemical plasticity of the ordinary. Perhaps N as glimpsed is an earlier state of the world, visible from unlikely angles. And here and there, there were little summer-houses and temples, shining white in the sun, like a view in China Such trees, that must have been brought from the end of the world: there were none like them in England, though one or two reminded him of trees in Kew Gardens deep hollows with streams running from the rocks lawns all purple and gold with flowers, and golden lilies too, towering up into the trees, and mixing with the crimson of the flowers that hung from the boughs. ![]()
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