Walter John Harmon by E. L. Doctorow.



When Betty told me she would go that night to Walter John Harmon I didn’t think I reacted. But she looked into my eyes and must have seen something—some slight loss of vitality, a moment’s dullness of expression. And she understood that for all my study and hard work the Seventh Attainment was still not mine...



The New Yorker leads into this story with a full page picture of an ethereal window above a field of long grass, La Douzième Chambre d'Amour by Bernard Faucon. You can see some of his other "chambres d'amour" here: Bernard Faucon - alcobas de amor.







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