Life was like one of those many-storied houses of dreams where the dreamer, with a slow or sudden rush of understanding like a wash of cool water, knows himself to have been merely asleep and dreaming, to have merely invented the pointless task; the dreamer awakes relieved in his own bed and rises yawning, and has odd adventures, which go on until (with a slow sudden rush of understanding) he awakes in this palace antechamber; and so on and on. | Life was like one of those many-storied houses of dreams where the dreamer, with a slow or sudden rush of understanding like a wash of cool water, knows himself to have been merely asleep and dreaming, to have merely invented the pointless task; the dreamer awakes relieved in his own bed and rises yawning, and has odd adventures, which go on until (with a slow sudden rush of understanding) he awakes in this palace antechamber; and so on and on. |