"Strange? Strange you say? You don't understand! No one understands!? Philistines! Narrow-minded fools! For yo

"Strange? Strange you say? You don't understand! No one understands!? Philistines! Narrow-minded fools! For you, a house is four walls and a roof to keep the rain out! What do you know of hallways, doors, the poetry of space? An architect's labor is sacred, like the deeds of the gods themselves! Building a house is creating a world in miniature! This palace is my confession, my treatise on the mystery of being, my poem of grief and love... And no one, no one in the whole world is capable of reading it! None of you is worthy of even approaching the threshold of my palace!" The ghost is not talking but screaming, shaking his crooked finger in rage.