That immense house of Bridge's, for instance. You could feel the walls pressing on you, the ceilings high enough in all conscience, yet bearing down on your head. You Simply couldn't breathe. The wonder was that you got out alive. And a still greater wonder that anyone remained alive there, year in, year out. A small house was safer because it attempted no rivalry with an Abstract Idea. The walls didn't press against you; the ceilings, however low, didn't rest on your head, for the simple reason that you weren't expecting Space.
That immense house of Bridge's, for instance. You could feel the walls pressing on you, the ceilings high enough in all conscience, yet bearing down on your head. You Simply couldn't breathe. The wonder was that you got out alive. And a still greater wonder that anyone remained alive there, year in, year out. A small house was safer because it attempted no rivalry with an Abstract Idea. The walls didn't press against you; the ceilings, however low, didn't rest on your head, for the simple reason that you weren't expecting Space.