It is repeated, of course, by the breadths, but not
otherwise.

Looked at in one way each breadth stands alone, the bloated
curves and flourishes--a kind of "debased Romanesque" with
delirium tremens--go waddling up and down in isolated columns
of fatuity.

But, on the other hand, they connect diagonally, and the
sprawling outlines run off in great slanting waves of optic
horror, like a lot of wallowing seaweeds in full chase.

The whole thing goes horizontally, too, at least it seems
so, and I exhaust myself in trying to distinguish the order of
its going in that direction.

They have used a horizontal breadth for a frieze, and that
adds wonderfully to the confusion.

There is one end of the room where it is almost intact, and
there, when the crosslights fade and the low sun shines directly
upon it, I can almost fancy radiation after all,--the
interminable grotesques seem to form around a common centre and
rush off in headlong plunges of equal distraction.

It makes me tired to follow it. I will take a nap I guess.

I don't know why I should write this.

I don't want to.