Aug 16, 2020
The dormitories weren't even dorms - or at any rate not like the dorms I knew, with cinderblock walls and depressing, yellowish-light - but white clapboard houses with green shutters, set back from the Commons in groves of maple and ash. All the same it never occured to me that my particular room, wherever it might be, would be anything but ugly and disappointing and it was something of a shock that I saw it for the first time - a white room with big north-facing windows, monkish and bare, with scarred oak floors and a ceiling slanted like a garret's.
The Secret History, Donna Tartt