master bedroom

How else can action be judged? It cannot be judged comprehensively until thought itself can be judged, for our thoughts themselves are acts. It is an attempt to make partial judgements upon either that leads to misgivings.
Lawrence Durrell, Justine

Each cabin is a world in itself, sharing only its razor-sharp architecture with the others. The interiors come in extremes: the deep red carpet in the majlis, stained with innumerable spilt teas, the airy dining room, clean because of the plastic sheets kept under the plate and the kitchen, surprisingly spotless, with a cooking range in front, a commercial-sized freezer in a corner (from which was thrown to me a can of Mountain Dew) and the half boiled chicken on the gas-fed fire. But it was the master bedroom that deserved a spread in an interior decoration magazine, a pearl in the desert. The white walls and ceiling were crisscrossed with gold piping – even the air conditioner had a pattern around its frame. One wall had a white cabinet wall unit, with numerous tiers and overhangs, and its top, a couple of feet under the ceiling, was lined with vases full of plastic flowers, in creams and reds. The king-size bed was draped in green and white, under the showpiece chandelier.

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