The Museum of Eterna's Novel

PROLOGUE OF THE KETTLE AND THE WARDROBE

The author of this novel is freshly renewed each time he takes up the pen; Eterna taught him this. He’s like one of those kettles that learns to whistle all over again each time it’s put on the fire; after a long interval of silence, some hesitant notes break from them, then a timid first whistle, and finally again the old refrain.

This is how I recently remembered to talk about the President’s “little wardrobe,” and his haste to hide himself in it whenever he was displeased, but only in his conversations and relations with Eterna, when, humble and sad, not angry, but more in love than ever, he would make his way to her corner. He is absolutely an eternal child, following Eterna and holding on to her skirts, or running away and shutting himself up in the wardrobe.