A brother and sister lived in a house with more rooms than they needed. Every morning the sister cleaned and every afternoon the brother read. They were happy. One Tuesday the brother heard a sound from the back hallway and closed the door. They did not discuss it. They ate dinner in the kitchen instead of the dining room. On Wednesday the sister heard the same sound from the library. She closed that door too. The brother moved his books to the bedroom. They did not discuss it. By Friday they were living in two rooms. The rest of the house was behind closed doors and neither of them had seen what was on the other side. On Saturday the brother said I think we should leave. The sister said where. He said anywhere. She picked up her knitting. He picked up nothing. They walked out the front door and locked it behind them and threw the key into the drain so no one would go in after them. They never said what they heard. When asked they said the house was fine. They said they simply preferred to live somewhere smaller.

In 1946 an old man editing a magazine in Buenos Aires received a manuscript from a young man he had never met. The story was about a brother and sister who lived in a house that was slowly being taken over by something they could not see. They did not fight it. They cleaned one room and then another room became not theirs. They cooked dinner and then the kitchen became not theirs. They never saw what was taking the house. They only knew it by the rooms they could no longer enter. The old man read it once and published it immediately. He recognized the thing in the story because he had spent his whole life writing about the same thing from the other side. He wrote about labyrinths. The young man wrote about houses. They were both writing about architecture that contains more than the architect intended. The young man was Cortázar. He did not know the old man would publish him. The old man did not know the young man would become the other half of a literature that neither of them could have built alone. The house was already being taken over before either of them arrived. They just wrote down what they found inside it.

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