The room was in twilight because the judge was a lover of twilight. He didn't like it when his usually unfinished and hazy thoughts fell into the trap of light. Everything on earth is dark and unclear, and the judge loved to plumb the depths of the world. That was why he would often sit in a rocking chair in one corner of the immense living room, his head leaning back, so that his thoughts could sway gently to the rhythm of the chair, which he set in motion with a light touch of the foot, first the left, then the right. He wore ankle-length felt slippers with metal clasps that glistened blue against the rug when they caught the lamplight.
- From The Beautiful Mrs. Seidenman by Andrzej Szczypiorski
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