My brother thanked them for their courtesy and entered the building, which was so large that it took him some time to reach the apartments of the Barmecide.
Before he could proceed further, he was stopped by the astonishment shown by the Barmecide.
No slave appeared, but my brother remarked that the Barmecide did not fail to rub his hands as if the water had been poured over them.
and Schacabac, supposing that it was a joke on the part of the Barmecide (though he could see none himself), drew near, and imitated his motion.
Your lighter boxes of family papers went up-stairs into a Barmecide
room, that always had a great dining-table in it and never had a dinner, and where, even in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighty, the first letters written to you by your old love, or by your little children, were but newly released from the horror of being ogled through the windows, by the heads exposed on Temple Bar with an insensate brutality and ferocity worthy of Abyssinia or Ashantee.
That night, on going to bed, I forgot to prepare in imagination the Barmecide
supper of hot roast potatoes, or white bread and new milk, with which I was wont to amuse my inward cravings: I feasted instead on the spectacle of ideal drawings, which I saw in the dark; all the work of my own hands: freely pencilled houses and trees, picturesque rocks and ruins, Cuyp-like groups of cattle, sweet paintings of butterflies hovering over unblown roses, of birds picking at ripe cherries, of wren's nests enclosing pearl-like eggs, wreathed about with young ivy sprays.
To the admirers of cities it is a Barmecide
Feast: a pleasant field for the imagination to rove in; a monument raised to a deceased project, with not even a legible inscription to record its departed greatness.