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speak for itself, except to dangle an elaborately scrolling Venini
glass chandelier. This room, with its tiled floor and octet of
green "sixties chairs might have been invented in Cuba sixty
years ago." Centered on the wall is a single gilded cabinet filled
with follies: pearls and a pretzel; a ferocious steel gray cast
of teeth; a green glass Buddha; an assortment of alabaster
vessels, all set against the veined mirrored glass at the back.
In the master bedroom, the bed resembles an altar: an antique
Indian dais elevates a large, heavily cushioned place of repose,
surmounted by elaborate, variegated swags and draperies,
with a precious red lacquer chest at the foot. In the guest
room the twin bed is a divan of satin fantasy, covered in char-
treuse embroidered fabric to match the walls, a battalion of
velvet pillows, and crowned with a turquoise satin headboard
serpentine in outline.
