'The tall windows are like blind eyes, the great door is a shut mouth.'
Finally finished this selection of Edith Wharton's ghost stories. They're a mixed bunch - more robust and muscular, less ambiguous, than those of Henry James, but oddly powerful. The best are those, like 'Afterwards', 'All Souls' and 'Pomegranate Seeds', where knowing exactly what has taken place doesn't diminish the strangeness and fright she's built up. Shivering.