Mr. Dennet opened the door wearing a velvet robe, a pair of opera glasses around his neck, and one green slipper.
He shook his head. "No, my dear. I am a mirror. I show people what they have lost: the ability to be delightfully useless." El Excentrico Senor Dennet -HQN Inma Aguilera...
The Curious Seasons of Mr. Dennet
He invited her in. She expected dust and madness. Instead, she found a home organized not by function, but by feeling . The kitchen was arranged by color. The library by the smell of the paper. In the garden, he had planted clocks—hourglasses, sundials, a broken cuckoo—among the camellias. he had planted clocks—hourglasses
Mr. Dennet watched from his window, a tear tracing the map of his wrinkled cheek. El Excentrico Senor Dennet -HQN Inma Aguilera...