Doorways....

One of my favourite books is Robert Heinlein's "Doorway into Summer". Mostly because the real hero of the book is a cat - a boy cat with a rough attitude not one of those pampered housebound metrosexual pussy-cats but one who travelled everywhere with his head poking out from a kit bag. What this has to do with anything is moot but the idea of the doorway was central to the book - the cat would travel from door to door in the house knowing that one would be the 'doorway into summer' and he could go out without getting cold or wet or both.

Which rather takes me to the point of doors. Are they to keep us out or to protect us while we're in? And are we not fascinated by the possibilities that lie behind the door. Don't tell me you haven't tried a door handle or two in your time? Or peeked carefully - and with a slightly guilty feeling - through a door left ajar? Of course you have and, like Heinlein's cat, you're left disappointed. There is no summer, no secret garden where all is good, the sun is shining and the living is easy! Yet we carry on looking. Hoping that next time...

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