“A house of stone and glass and iron should be stark and sober, a watchtower from which a benevolent guard is kept on society. But the white stone of this particular house rippled as if reacting to a hand that had found its most pleasurable contact. A notable newspaper critic had described this effect as being that of “a pernicious sensuality.” And if that wasn’t enough, the entire construction blushed a truly disgraceful peachy-pink at sunset and dawn.”
