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LYIMPara = new Array;

LYIMPara[0] = 'Walls, corridors, doors. Always walls, always corridors, always doors. And, ' +  fWord('beyond them', 'on the other side', 'past them', 'having passed through') + ', still more ' +  fWord('walls', 'doors', 'corridors', 'of the same') + '. I was walking desolate corridors between these walls covered with ' +  fWord('woodwork, stucco, mouldings, pictures, framed prints', 'fine oils, damask and gilt', 'silk drapes, lithographs of the gardens, bas reliefs', 'rococo carvings, fine art in elaborate frames, expensive curtains draped over carved rails') + '. On the walls were framed prints of the immense formal park outside with its exceedingly regular late seventeenth century French formal layout. All the paintings in the hotel were of the resort itself and its gardens. ';

LYIMPara[1] = 'I ' +  fWord('can still imagine', 'dream endlessly of', 'remember as if in a dream', 'have a recurring memory of') + ' moving slowly through the hallways, galleries, and salons of the hotel&rsquo;s endless passages. I am walking on, again, down these corridors, through these halls, these galleries, in this sun-king splendour of a ' +  fWord('past epoch', 'forgotten era', 'an ancient past', 'a long dead age') + ', this enormous, ' +  fWord('luxurious, rococo, lugubrious', 'voluptuous, elaborate, elysian', 'ornamented, pompous, empyrean', 'florid, fustian, flamboyant') + ' hotel, where ' +  fWord('corridors succeed endless corridors, silent deserted corridors', 'galleries succeed endless galleries, silent, dead galleries', 'hallways succeed endless hallways, silent, deserted hallways', 'passages succeed endless pasages, dead, empty passages') + ' overloaded with ' +  fWord('a dim, cold floridness', 'a faded, insipid ornamentation', 'an aging, frigid opulence', 'a darkened, overelaborated workmanship') + ' of ' +  fWord('woodwork, stucco, mouldings', 'carvings, plasterwork, tracery', 'stucco, carvings, mouldings', 'woodwork, plasterwork, tracery') + ', ' +  fWord('marble, black mirrors, dark paintings,', 'polished granite, tinted glass, blackened oils,', 'marble, smoked glasswork, blackened oil paintings,', 'polished surfaces, faded mirrors, darkened oils,') + ' columns, heavy ' +  fWord('hangings, sculptured door frames,', 'drapes, carved architraves,', 'curtains, stucco door surrounds,', 'fabrics, ornamented architravings,') + ' series of ' +  fWord('doorways, galleries, transverse corridors,', 'arches, walkways, intersecting passages,', 'entrances, landings, transverse hallways,', 'door arches, corridors, intersecting galleries') + ' that open in turn on ' +  fWord('empty salons, rooms overloaded with an ornamentation from another century, silent halls', 'unused salons, dusty, turgescent chambers of an extinct style, empty passageways', 'rooms overloaded with out-dated decoration, silent chambers, empty hallways', 'dusty salons, floridly decorated atriums, deserted palm courts') + '. ';

LYIMPara[02] = 'My thoughts seem to come slowly, solemnly and monotonously, and my imaginings seem as interminable as the architecture. My ' +  fWord('recollections', 'mind&rsquo;s impressions', 'fantasies', 'retrospections') + ' seem ' +  fWord('inchoate', 'hypnotised', 'drugged', 'insane') + ', but ' +  fWord('these surroundings stir', 'this place stirs', 'the atmosphere stirs', 'the ambience revives') + ' something seemingly timeless, something ' +  fWord('almost forgotten', 'abyssal', 'archetypal', 'nearly lost in my subconscious') + ' from long ago. Is memory so fallible? It is hard to be sure quite what happened that year at the hotel. Was it there, or somewhere else? It does not matter where. Memory is a private world. A world that seems like a dream. It all seems now like a hologram in time, as if everything happened simultaneously with no beginning or end. ';

LYIMPara[03] = 'Now I am beginning to remember. They were all dressed in formal attire, and engaged in polite murmured conversations while standing about decorously, in the unobtrusive manner of well bred people. ';

LYIMPara[04] = 'Its characters dress as though they are from the early thirties, and comport themselves with the demure etiquette of an epoch long gone. The weather was cool that year. The rooms seemed icy cold. A drama was being performed at the hotel as entertainment. Its plot was a love triangle presented in a stilted and melodramatic style. The stage actors were posturing rather than acting like ordinary people. ';

LYIMPara[05] = 'What was a performance seemed surreal. A man, an elegant young woman, and another man, who seems to be her lover, husband or guardian appear. It was like a Greek tragedy. As if they wore masks, they seemed to speak in monotones, to adopt unnaturally still poses. We have met here before. Was it in a previous year? The man tries to persuade her that they met last year in Marienbad. It is as if it had happened before many times, many encounters with the woman.  ';

LYIMPara[06] = 'They guests drifted like somnabulists from the court where the stage was, and mingled with the histrionic statues that lined the room. I imagine them as if they were captured on a still photograph, people, statues, palmate trees, silent, still. They stand statuesque, motionless with a vacant gaze among the emptily chatting guests and the theatrical decorations. ' +  fWord('Which are the people and which the statues?', 'Then in a moment the scene is different.', 'Some have moved and now have adopted a different posture.', 'They moved as if from tableaux to tableaux.') + '     ';

LYIMPara[07] = 'The architecture of the hotel and its grounds seems ' +  fWord('unnatural, geometrical, lifeless', 'artificial, angular, unnatural', 'lifeless, geometrical, synthetic', 'cyclopean, unnatural, sepulchral') + '. The park is a vast Versailles garden reassuringly arranged, with clipped bushes, and regular paths where we may walk with measured steps, side by side, day after day, within arm&rsquo;s reach but without ever coming any closer to each other. A vast window opening on to the terrace from the ' +  fWord('conservatory', 'grand entrance and staircase', 'palm court', 'gaming room') + '  affords us a view of the main avenue with its tiny figures moving from station to station as if choreographed. They seem like simulacra and not real people. ';

LYIMPara[08] = 'In an opulent hotel with vast gardens, guests gossip languidly about a scandal. Last year in Marienbad the weather was impossibly cold, icy. They had an affair. Was it then? She cannot remember. He wants to convince her that last year, perhaps in Marienbad, they had met, become lovers, and even planned to leave together. ';

LYIMPara[09] = 'I never heard anyone raise a voice in this hotel. No one. The conversations developed in a void, as if the sentences meant nothing, were intended to mean nothing, in any case. And a sentence, once begun, suddenly remained in suspension, as though frozen by the frost, starting over afterwards, no doubt, at the same point, or somewhere else. It did not matter. The same conversations always recurred, the same absent, low, monotonous voices. Everywhere there were signs, Silence! Quiet! The servants were mute. The games were played in silence. And when you joined in their conversations, you spoke with ' +  fWord('a liveliness', 'a vivacity', 'an enthusiasm', 'an exuberance') + ' that seemed ' +  fWord('false', 'out of place', 'to stand out', 'unnatural there') + '. ';

LYIMPara[10] = 'It was a place of relaxation, no business was discussed, no projects were undertaken, no one ever talked about anything that might arouse the passions. No one is vulgar. No one is concerned about vulgar matters like money. They have no need of it. Nobody hurries. Here are people who worked no more. Leisured people. The whole of existence for these guests is leisure, repetitive, endless leisure. Their whole time is conversation and games, ' +  fWord('tennis', 'croquet', 'quoits', 'charades') + ', ' +  fWord('marksmanship', 'target shooting', 'hand pistol competitions', 'clay pigeon shooting') + ', ballroom dancing, ' +  fWord('taking the air', 'bathing in the hot springs', 'walking together in the park', 'threading the maze') + ', ' +  fWord('bridge', 'backgammon', 'dominoes', 'poker') + '. ';

LYIMPara[11] = 'I play a game but always lose. He always beats me at it. It is a simple game in appearance. The cards are placed in rows of one, three, five seven and have to be removed in turn. Any number may be removed but all from one row only. I lose. He wins. Can you ever lose? I ask. I can lose, but I always win, he answers. He is the master of this game. The guests admire him immensely. He has kudos in their confined society. Each time I play, I am challenged to play, and have the first move. I lose. ';

LYIMPara[12] = 'There is a way. The rules are clear and prescribed before hand. If the world is orderly, there is a way. There is a strategy. I cannot seem to determine it. And between games, sometimes I speak to you. ';

LYIMPara[13] = 'In a rendezvous together in the stone avenues of the park, we discussed the sculptures there in the garden, impassively, abstractedly, emotionlessly, almost as if we were sculptures too. You asked me, What is your name? It does not matter. We have known each other since last year. You ask, Where would we have met? You seem to pretend we have never met. But we have. It was Frederiksbad. I have never been there, you protest. Well, then it was somewhere else. It was Karlstadt. No? It was Marienbad. No? You giggle. It was Baden-Salsa. No! Then is was here, in this salon. ';

LYIMPara[14] = 'Such grandeur, such elegance, so many charming high society people to mix with, converse with, enjoy the company of, yet the overwheming feeling here is one of loneliness&mdash;intolerable loneliness and isolation. It is as if an invisible barrier separates us. ';

LYIMPara[15] = 'Inner experience. like emerging and disappearing memories, is subjective. We experience what is in our minds. Can we truly remember anything? I can never properly remember the bedroom, or what you were wearing. The scent. Was it rose geranium? The flowers. Were they Madonna lilies? The details do not matter. It is what happened. What I wanted to happen. ';

LYIMPara[16] = 'As the weeks went by, you stopped denying it. But you remained distant and indifferent. You could not deny the evidence I had, the intimate details I could recall. Remember, at that hour I came to your bedroom when he was at the gaming table. I had told you I would come. When I came, all the doors were ajar. ';

LYIMPara[17] = 'There was the snapshot you gave me. But you pooh-poohed it. Anyone could have taken the snapshot, at any time, and anywhere. The setting was vague, remote, scarcely visible. You could not deny the bracelet. Now, you must come away with me. You said you would. we agreed it before. When was it? Last year. ';

LYIMPara[18] = 'Is it a charade, a masque, a play, a tableaux or series of tableaux? Are the guests merely the baroque statues come to life? The guests seem strangely unemotional as if not fully human. ';

LYIMPara[19] = 'You have always been afraid. But I loved your fear that evening. I watched you, letting you struggle a little. I loved you. There was something in your eyes, you were alive. Finally, I took you, half by force. Uh no! Not by force. I think it was not by force. But you are the only one who knows it. ';

LYIMPara[20] = 'There were always walls, everywhere, around me, ' +  fWord('smooth, even, glazed, without the slightest relief', 'damask covered, adorned with oil paintings, gilded, with not a patch uncovered with something', 'white, marbled, polished, like a mausoleum', 'dark grey, polished granite, beautiful but forbidding') + ', there were always walls. ';

LYIMPara[21] = 'The tiled mirrors of the grand salon had the effect of a mutifaceted jewel, or a kaleidescope, dividing those in the crowded drawing room who were together and pushing together those who were apart. Reality was, as it were, splinterred, as if the room were broken into a thousand parts. ';

LYIMPara[22] = 'Nothing ever changes at the resort. No one seems to arrive or depart. The park&rsquo;s clipped bushes and criss-crossing pathways are like ' +  fWord('an inescapable labyrinth', 'an unthreadable maze', 'a conundrum within an enigma', 'the last remains of Ozymandias in an immense gravelly desert') + '. We tread them as if in an eternal ceremony, an eternal drama, real but unreal. It is as if we are meticulously following prescribed mechanical rites. As we walked with hurried steps, the house seemed to loom even larger to us. ';

LYIMPara[23] = 'Are they ' +  fWord('real or imagined', 'awake or dreaming', 'conscious or only semi-conscious', 'flesh or stone') + ', ' +  fWord('living or dead', 'human or robots', 'thinking or mindless', 'human or zombies') + '? Can they remember? I cannot remember events perfectly, in a perfect sequence. Time seems jagged like a broken mirror. They leave and reappear. As if in a dream, they are in different places at the same time. I leave him by the grand staircase and enter the conservatory, and here he is again, smiling, challenging me&hellip; ';

LYIMPara[24] = 'All of your thoughts are in your head together. Sometimes it is hard to keep them in the right sequence. Is there a right sequence? I think it was her. We had met before. I am sure it was her. Myth is like thoughts, it stands for what is continuous. Good and evil are always in conflict. Michael did not fight the dragon, he is always fighting it. Unceasingly. ';

LYIMPara[25] = 'At first you denied remembering me. You said you could not properly remember any affair. Over the course of the days, months, (it seemed forever) I divided my time between talking to you and playing the game with him. I could not win, but I drew you out of your passiveness. I made you remember, even when I was not sure.  ';

LYIMPara[26] = 'This year you promised to elope with me, to leave him. Slowly I convinced you. The past is a stifling, lifeless place. It all seemed to me strange, even indeterminate. Did things happen quite like that? It sometimes seemed not to make sense. It seemed ambiguous and uncertain. ';

LYIMPara[27] = '' + fWord('So how will it turn out?', 'What is the upshot.', 'And now to the denouement.', 'So what should the outcome be?') + ' You must recollect being ' +  fWord('in the hotel lobby', 'in the salon', 'on the terrace', 'by the grand staircase') + ' as the clock struck midnight. You were dressed to travel. You had said midnight, to have chance to talk to him. I appeared on time just as the clock struck twelve. You rose. As we left, he appeared ' +  fWord('in the empty lobby', 'in the deserted salon', 'on the dimly lit terrace', 'at the foot of the grand staircase') + ' looking ' +  fWord('disquieted', 'troubled', 'anxious', 'surprisingly calm') + ' and then went to ' +  fWord('his suite', 'the main salon', 'the gaming table', 'the palm court') + '. ';

LYIMPara[28] = 'We had planned to elope together. Eventually you agreed. Let us try (is it once more?) to leave together. In the end you were ready to leave the hotel with me. ';

LYIMPara[29] = 'It seems so long ago, but you did it. You wanted ' +  fWord('to think things over for a year.', 'enough time to consider.', 'a few last months first.', 'time to put your life in order.') + ' You said you would leave with me, if we met again. Then it was that you gave me ' +  fWord('the little bracelet.', 'the gold wristlet.', 'the snapshot.', 'the tokens of your word.') + ' You asked for a year. Maybe, you wanted to be sure. To test me. To wear me out. Perhaps to forget me. It was a question of time. Time. But time does not matter. I can wait. I have waited. Now I have come. Now, I am here, to take you away. Yet even now you deny it. Over and over you say, ' +  fWord('No, no. Leave me be. Please', 'No! I am not ready. Please let me alone', 'No, no. It cannot be. You are mistaken', 'No, you must be wrong. Please stop pestering me') + ' . ';

LYIMPara[30] = 'What keeps the world working smoothly? What regulates the cosmic clockwork? Is the cosmos really so smooth, or is it all an illusion? Do we fail if our duty is to keep it so? Questions, always questions and problems surge through my mind. The answers will come. ';

LYIMPara[31] = 'Eurydice forever falls back into the underworld. She did not just fall once. Orpheus did not look back only once in all eternity. He does it continuously. Perpetually. ';

LYIMPara[32] = 'Memory is fallible. It is hard to be sure quite what happened that year at the hotel. Was it there? It does not matter where. Recollections are a private world. A world that seems like a dream. It seemed to me like a temporal hologram, as if everything happened simultaneously with no beginning or end. ';

LYIMPara[33] = 'Memory is like myth, and myth is the basis of ritual. We ritualize things, and must then do them continually. Myth tells us why, but represents actions that never cease. Dare we let them cease? If they were to cease, would life then cease too? Perhaps our habits are necessary. The wolf habitually howls to its god, the moon. Must he do it? ';

var para = '' + fWord('Much is still oddly indistinct&hellip;', 'It seems so long ago&hellip;', 'Can I explain? &hellip;', 'I should know&hellip; But it is hard to recall things&hellip;') + ' the labyrinthine palace, a luxury hotel for ' +  fWord('those apparently rich beyond care', 'the timelessly wealthy', 'people with no cares in the world', 'those with enless time on their hands') + ', a country paradise for its elegant clientele. Its baroque ' +  fWord('Louis Quatorze', 'seventeenth century', 'French', 'palatial') + ' design was geometric, ' +  fWord('perpetually orthogonal', 'perpendicular and right angular', 'orthogonal and largely uncurved', 'made up of repeating flat surfaces and intersections') + ', though punctuated with classical looking pictures and statues, and decorated with elaborate ornamentation. ';

var p1 = 'Walking, waiting! Alone, I was waiting for you, very far away from ' +  fWord('this setting where I now stand, in front of you', 'this direction along which I now hurry, next to you', 'this dark place where I feel you, beside me', 'this empty place, where I hear you sobbing') + ', still waiting for ' +  fWord('the man who will no longer come, who', 'he who is left behind, who', 'the one who would take you away, who', 'the love or enchantment, that') + ' no longer threatens to come to separate us again, ' +  fWord('to tear you away from me', 'to take you back', 'to enthrall you once again', 'to inject you with his deadly charm') + '. Are you coming? The curtain falls to polite applause. Now, I seem to remember&mdash;a play, a production put on for the guests, it was so cold. ';

var p2 = 'When did it begin? Yes, it must have been last year in Marienbad. The hotel was just like this one. You just ' +  fWord('giggle', 'look uncomfortable', 'shuffle nervously', 'smile indulgently') + '. Sometimes, you seem to be ' +  fWord('nervous or worried', 'irritated, even angry', 'distant or indifferent', 'anxious and distracted') + '. But, of course, you do remember. You must remember. One ' +  fWord('cold evening,', 'chilly afternoon,', 'misty morning,', 'bright but icily cold Saturday') + ' I went up to your bedroom. It was a plush bedroom of ' +  fWord('creamy satin drapes', 'red velvet curtains', 'finely embroidered damask wall coverings', 'oriental silks') + ', ' +  fWord('elegant, sixteenth century dressers and mirrors', 'finely carved wardrobes and four poster beds', 'anachronistically modern furnishings of chrome and glass', 'Moorish looking sofas and Persian rugs') + '. It seems as if you were waiting, silently, seductively, lying ' +  fWord('on the fleecy rug', 'on the satin sheeted bed', 'in your velvet robe on the bed', 'across the sateen sofa') + ' ' + fWord('a faint smile about your red lips', 'your face unnaturally pale', 'in a provocative posture', 'invitingly drawing me to you') + '. The details seem indistinct to me, now, but you accepted that you did remember, eventually. ';

var p3 = 'Remember? After speaking to you in your bedroom, he left to join the others at the shooting gallery. I came to see you while he was busy, but he returned holding ' +  fWord('his brown sporting pistol.', 'a tiny ivory handled ladies&rsquo; Beretta. Could it have been yours?', 'an antique silver Derringer.', 'a Luger.') + ' He seemed to be in a jealous rage. He fired several shots. You fell ' +  fWord('onto the fleecy rug', 'onto the satin sheeted bed', 'onto your velvet robe dropped by the bed', 'across the sateen sofa') + ' (or was it silk?), lying inadvertantly in a seductive posture, lying provocatively. ' +  fWord('I felt my heart explode.', 'At that moment I seemed to die too.', 'I knew then you would be mine.', 'I seemed penetrated like an arrow with grief, and seemed to collapse in a faint.') + ' Through the mist of time, it seems clear to me, though so long ago. I can imagine it. You must remember it. ' +  fWord('But, how could you? You were dead.', 'It seemed he had killed you.', 'Were you still breathing?', 'For you could not be dead. Could You?') + ' Wait! &hellip; ' +  fWord('Can it be right?', 'Dead? You are not dead!', 'How can that be?', 'Do I have you dead?') + ' No!&hellip; It &hellip;  cannot be right. Time swirls, plays tricks. So hard to remember. Memory is unreliable. It was not like that. No, that is not the way of it. You are alive, must be alive. It is a mistake. I must clear my head. Work it out better. You are not dead. You understand. You will know. I shall explain to you. You will know then. You will remember&hellip;  ';

var p4 = '';

endPara = 'Behind us, the silhouette of the castle grew menacingly larger against the dark night sky as we fled. The ' +  fWord('outside of this house was', 'grounds of this palace were', 'surrounds of this institution were', 'gardens of this spa were') + ' a kind of park a la francaise without any trees or flowers, without any foliage. A conceptually simple design with no organic shapes, geometric, angular. Gravel, stone, marble and straight lines marked out rigid spaces, surfaces with little mystery by day. It seemed, at first glance, impossible to get lost here. Straight paths extend into the distance, between lines of fantastic statues with frozen gestures casting grotesque shadows from their granite slabs&hellip; on, along, across, down, intersection after intersection&hellip; you are lost. There had to be a way, a strategy to solve the endless ' +  fWord('conundrum&hellip;', 'enigma&hellip;', 'mystery&hellip;', 'losses&hellip;') + ' Already lost yet the shadow of the house still envelopes you, lost forever, in ' +  fWord('the calm', 'the still', 'a silent', 'a moonlit') + ' icily cold night, alone with me&hellip; ' +  fWord('alone evermore.', 'alone.', 'ceaselessly.', 'until nest year&hellip; in Marienbad.') + ''

function fPick(min, max)
{
var x;
var now = new Date();
x = min + Math.round(95 * now.getSeconds() * Math.random())%(max - min + 1);
return x;
}

function fWord(v,w,y,z)
{
var x; var word1;
x = fPick(0,3);
if (x == 3) word1 = v
else
if (x == 2) word1 = w
else
if (x == 1) word1 = y
else
word1 = z;
return word1;
}

function fMix(n, min, max)
{
var paraOld = '';
var count = 0;
while (count < 10)
{
var a;
var b;
a = count%n;
b = fPick(min,max)
paraOld = LYIMPara[b];
LYIMPara[b] = LYIMPara[min + a];
LYIMPara[min + a] = paraOld;
count++;
}
}

fMix(4, 0, 9);

fMix(4, 10, 21);

fMix(4, 22, 33);

var paraSpace = '</p><p>';

para = para + LYIMPara[0] + p1 + LYIMPara[1] + paraSpace + LYIMPara[2] + LYIMPara[3] + paraSpace + LYIMPara[10] + p2 + LYIMPara[11] + paraSpace + LYIMPara[12] + p3 + LYIMPara[13] + paraSpace + LYIMPara[22] + LYIMPara[23]  + paraSpace + LYIMPara[24] + endPara;

document.open();
document.write(para);
document.close();
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