Recalled to Life

As I entered the house the weird sense of familiarity that pursued me throughout rose to a very high pitch. I couldn’t fairly say, indeed, that I remembered the different rooms. All I could say with certainty was that I had seen them before. To this there were three exceptions–the three that belonged to my Second State–the library, my bedroom, and the hall and staircase. The first was indelibly printed on my memory as a component part of the Picture, and I found my recollection of every object in the room almost startling in its correctness.