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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Garden Party by Katherine Mansfield: exciting world than the daylight one. And what is this queer sensation
that you're a conspirator? Lightly, stealthily you move about your room.
You take something off the dressing-table and put it down again without a
sound. And everything, even the bed-post, knows you, responds, shares your
secret...
You're not very fond of your room by day. You never think about it.
You're in and out, the door opens and slams, the cupboard creaks. You sit
down on the side of your bed, change your shoes and dash out again. A dive
down to the glass, two pins in your hair, powder your nose and off again.
But now--it's suddenly dear to you. It's a darling little funny room.
It's yours. Oh, what a joy it is to own things! Mine--my own!
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