Norton, Andre - Anthology
“ Although the sun was warm and shining brightly, I experienced a sense of dismal foreboding when I drew near to Richard Ashley's little South Carolinian retreat. Live oaks and palmettos screened the small laboratory building and the high yellow fence beyond. Huge, brown mushrooms, which looked like the conical dwellings of gnomes and other demons of fable with a lineage rooted deep in earth, studded the grass about me.
As I advanced over the narrow pathway, which led to the laboratory door, I told myself with some bitterness that no other bacteriologist of Ashley's standing would have conducted his researches so far from the citadels of organized science. Ashley had once labored in a great white laboratory by the sea, and this little inland retreat seemed peculiarly noisome by contrast.
I don't like profuse and suggestive vegetation. I don't like little buildings nestling in the midst of clustering shadows, with dank earth odors all about them.
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