In all honesty there isnt so much I can tell you about this room, I've already mentioned the huge bed and apart from this the room is almost empty. My wardrobe is kept in an adjoining room, as is my dresser. There are several implements of aural torture I could tell you about. I refer to my stringed
instruments, which
loll here and there about the walls. One day I'm going to have some sort
of rack built to hang them from, if only to stop my friends kicking them
in the dark. I love the husky sound of the cello and so I keep one as a
pet. There is a lute, a mandolin, a violin and of course the ubiquitous
guitar. This must make me sound like quite a virtuoso but really I'm just
a casual musician. I just love the sound of vibrating strings thats all.
Again there is a beautiful circular persian rug, I wish I had a picture of it for you. Such a delight to step upon with bare feet. I spent a good deal of time roaming the east in my early days and made some very good contacts, which I still maintain. In those days my thirst for occult knowledge was even more driving than my thirst for blood and I scoured every arcane source for the truth of my existence. I became quite obsessed with the question of good and evil, of heaven and hell. Nowadays I really dont give a damn, I've become quite relaxed in my condition. Just be happy, thats my simple philosophy.
