Some interesting reflections. My take on the House is that it’s all dangerous, even the “good” parts. Maybe especially the “good” parts. It was built, after all, on ground that once belonged to Faerie and made from their wood, and something of Faerie still remains with it.

I would still love to visit there, though. As long as I manage to avoid being eaten by the topiary minotaurs that periodically infest the hedge mazes. Or going insane from learning the secret of the universe after gazing too long at the patterns of light cast by the stained glass windows. Or falling into the Spring of Drowned Zombie.

I do wonder whether the Asian master is a little on the stereotypical side, though.

Maybe “he’s” be a crossdressing Jenny Everywhere, though.