to add further vanity to the dubious universal library

It is so beautiful outside today that I wish my room were still painted yellow. Not that chilly lemon rind one sees on overly iced cakes or waspish shower curtains, but a warm buttercup that makes black & white things, red, azure, and violet things look good. I live in a white house now and do not touch the walls.

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There is a large photograph of an old Spanish man in tweeds on my wall bordered in red paper. He is looking off to his left and possibly out of my window with the Mediterranean behind him. This makes me happy.