"I had to dismount and push my bicycle. As I reached the top, my vivid light flitted across the six-pillared white portico at the back of my uncle's mute, shuttered manor--as mute and shuttered as it may be today, half a century later. There, in a corner of that arched shelter, ... Tamara would be waiting, perched on the broad parapet with her back to a pillar." (Speak, Memory, p. 233)
Memory, speaking, has added two pillars; the front
portico had six. (Photo by Dieter E. Zimmer, summer 1990.)
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