Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

; Oct 14,1920; There is nothing so dispiriting as routine ; ; ; ; ; Oct 15, 1920; The other morning I saw two school teachers pause to talk before they separated to go their different ways. For the life of me I don’t know what it was that caused me to look at them more than the usual glance we give to any object in our path. But I think perhaps it was the eager manner in which they looked at each other; it was almost as if they were arranging some dark plot. I saw one of them enter the school building shortly after; the doorway was tall & dark and smeared with soot stains. Autumn around here has a tawdry look, on account of the industrial flats in the immediate middle ground. It seemed to me as if I myself were entering that sinister doorway, which would lead to a bare blank room, with windows letting in dull grey factory light, and the