Vincent van Gogh The Night Cafe painting

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I went back into one.”“How can you come out of a mirror?”“For the answer, look around you, son.”Fric surveyed the library.“What do you see?” asked , by wish and hope and simple expectation. I’ve given up my car.”Amazed, Fric clenched the phone so hard that his hand ached, as if he might squeeze a few more revealing words from the mirror man.Mysterious Caller.“Books.”“Oh? You have a lot of books there in the kitchen?”“I’m in the library.”“Ah, truth. There’s hope that you’ll avoid at least some misery, after all. What else do you see besides books?”“A . Chairs. A sofa.”[306] “Keep looking.”“A Christmas tree.”“There you go.”“There I go where?” asked Fric.“What dingles and what dangles?”“Huh?”“And is spelled almost like angles.”“Angels,” Fric said, surveying the radiant white flock that gathered with trumpets and harps upon the tree.“I travel by mirrors, by mist, by smoke, by doorways in water, by stairways made of shadows, on roads of moonlight