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...gloom to a six-room, rented house that he named "Bleakmoore," evoking echoes of Emily Bronte. But he is by no means a recluse. At least once a month he invites four or five like-minded friends over for a "banquet" of turkey cooked on a 1915-vintage parlor stove, plays the piano (Chopin is his favorite composer) for them or else puts some of his 3,500 Golden Oldie records on the gramophone. A painstaking craftsman who charges up to $1,500 to recondition an old player piano and often works into the small hours on a job that...
Kitchen No. 2 (Geoffrey and Eva's) is a blueprint of architectural chic, but its sanitary appointments compare unfavorably with those of the Black Hole of Calcutta. When Jane sees Eva with her head in the oven, she assumes that Eva is cleaning the stove. Not so. While Jane takes over the stove scouring, Sidney copes with a stopped drain, and Ronald dances an electrocution waltz with some naked wiring, Eva sleepwalks her way fixedly toward suicide. She tries to jump out a window, impale herself on a knife, throttle herself with a rope, electrocute herself and take poison...
...stopping children from stampeding into the empty schoolroom or playing with the useless firehose that found its way in there along with four enormous pairs of fireman's boots. Gifts from the Great White Government. Out of the pouring rain, Pierre would bring in firewood for our stone-cold stove and water that we were too lazy to get for ourselves...
...young Indian, listening in the growing darkness to one crackling tape recording of Indian songs being sung by cousins down the coast in La Romaine. The batteries were all but dead, reducing the singing to a dull moan, so he would take them out and put them on the stove every once in a while. And it would sound like singing for a few seconds, then slow down again. A drunk man came tapping at the window, calling "Nikahan, Nikahan," who sat still in the gloom until the man stumbled away under the northern lights...
...shelling peas and chatting it up across every imaginable communications gap. The stranger at their door, though generally troubled, is rarely dangerous; his problems are readily soluble through immersion in the pot of tolerance, good will and homely wisdom always asimmering on the back burner of the old wood stove...