Dorothy looked at everything as though it might vanish. The bright daily pottery, the spice-jars, the sweep of the staircase, the pigeons in the stable yard. What had been real was now like a thick film, a coloured oilcloth, spread over a cauldron of vapours which shaped and reshaped themselves into shadowy forms, embracing, threatening, glaring.
In this passage, Dorothy perceives her surroundings with a sense of fragility and transience. She views everyday objects, like vibrant pottery and spice jars, with a fear that they could disappear at any moment. Her awareness creates a contrast between the vividness of the external world and an internal sense of unreality, emphasizing her vulnerability.
The imagery conveys a feeling of unease, as the reality Dorothy once knew begins to dissolve into a dream-like state filled with uncertain shapes and shadows. This transformation of her environment becomes a source of both comfort and anxiety, suggesting that what is familiar may ultimately be illusory and unpredictable.
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