ABSTRACT
What things were interred and sacrificed amid magic incantations! What horrible cabinet of curiosities lies there below, where the deepest shafts are reserved for what is most commonplace! In a night of despair, I dreamed I was with my first friend from my school days, whom I had not seen for decades, and had scarcely ever remembered in that time, tempestuously renewing our friendship and brotherhood. But when I awoke it became clear that what despair had brought to light, like a detonation, was the corpse of that boy who had been immured as a warning: that whoever one day lives here may in no respect resemble him.
