All the servants, the gardeners, the chauffeurs, the junior ones who normally saw K.K. only from a distance, wanted to help carry the chair through the corridors of the house, where just a few lights burned, piercing the shadows.

NEWYORKER: In Other Rooms, Other Wonders

It felt like coming home to another house, a place full of secrets, a childhood still there, intact among the green shadows under the stairs.

NEWYORKER: The Cold Outside