M. Melmoth's Duel
Example 178
★"M. Melmoth's Duel"
Saint-Germain-des-Prés is a room. "Haunt of artists, of the coffee-drinking sort, and of cafés, of the artist-haunted sort, you once again find yourself outside M. Melmoth's hotel. Today [one of]the recently-fallen rain runs down the gutters of the 6th[or]sunlight glints even off the blackened windows of the Abbey[or]crowds of vulgar children play chase around the lampposts[at random], and you long to be indoors."
The Hôtel d'Alsace is inside from Saint-Germain-des-Prés. "Typical. Oscar writes you a letter announcing his own imminent demise - 'My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go.' - and then you get there and he's out, no doubt procuring paint the colour of absinthe, if he isn't procuring the painter."
Tint is a kind of value. The tints are green, aquamarine and darkish purple.
The wallpaper is fixed in place in the Hôtel. The wallpaper has a tint. "In this light, the wallpaper has a distinctly [tint of the wallpaper] wash. [if the tint of the wallpaper is darkish purple]You particularly dislike purple.[end if]"
Before going to the Hôtel: now the wallpaper is a random tint.
After going from the Hôtel, say "You leave, shaking your head. But within twenty-four hours, you are back, as you always knew you would be."
Test me with "in / out / look / in / out / look".
Test me with "in / out / look / in / out / look".
Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Haunt of artists, of the coffee-drinking sort, and of cafés, of the artist-haunted sort, you once again find yourself outside M. Melmoth's hotel. Today the recently-fallen rain runs down the gutters of the 6th, and you long to be indoors.
>(Testing.)
>[1] in
Hôtel d'Alsace
Typical. Oscar writes you a letter announcing his own imminent demise - "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go." - and then you get there and he's out, no doubt procuring paint the colour of absinthe, if he isn't procuring the painter.
In this light, the wallpaper has a distinctly green wash.
>[2] out
You leave, shaking your head. But within twenty-four hours, you are back, as you always knew you would be.
>[3] look
Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Haunt of artists, of the coffee-drinking sort, and of cafés, of the artist-haunted sort, you once again find yourself outside M. Melmoth's hotel. Today sunlight glints even off the blackened windows of the Abbey, and you long to be indoors.
>[4] in
Hôtel d'Alsace
Typical. Oscar writes you a letter announcing his own imminent demise - "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go." - and then you get there and he's out, no doubt procuring paint the colour of absinthe, if he isn't procuring the painter.
In this light, the wallpaper has a distinctly aquamarine wash.
>[5] out
You leave, shaking your head. But within twenty-four hours, you are back, as you always knew you would be.
>[6] look
Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Haunt of artists, of the coffee-drinking sort, and of cafés, of the artist-haunted sort, you once again find yourself outside M. Melmoth's hotel. Today crowds of vulgar children play chase around the lampposts, and you long to be indoors.
Haunt of artists, of the coffee-drinking sort, and of cafés, of the artist-haunted sort, you once again find yourself outside M. Melmoth's hotel. Today the recently-fallen rain runs down the gutters of the 6th, and you long to be indoors.
>(Testing.)
>[1] in
Hôtel d'Alsace
Typical. Oscar writes you a letter announcing his own imminent demise - "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go." - and then you get there and he's out, no doubt procuring paint the colour of absinthe, if he isn't procuring the painter.
In this light, the wallpaper has a distinctly green wash.
>[2] out
You leave, shaking your head. But within twenty-four hours, you are back, as you always knew you would be.
>[3] look
Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Haunt of artists, of the coffee-drinking sort, and of cafés, of the artist-haunted sort, you once again find yourself outside M. Melmoth's hotel. Today sunlight glints even off the blackened windows of the Abbey, and you long to be indoors.
>[4] in
Hôtel d'Alsace
Typical. Oscar writes you a letter announcing his own imminent demise - "My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or other of us has got to go." - and then you get there and he's out, no doubt procuring paint the colour of absinthe, if he isn't procuring the painter.
In this light, the wallpaper has a distinctly aquamarine wash.
>[5] out
You leave, shaking your head. But within twenty-four hours, you are back, as you always knew you would be.
>[6] look
Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Haunt of artists, of the coffee-drinking sort, and of cafés, of the artist-haunted sort, you once again find yourself outside M. Melmoth's hotel. Today crowds of vulgar children play chase around the lampposts, and you long to be indoors.