When a building falls down 'it dies' so to speak, but its memory remains somewhere - perhaps within the memories that are left in the hearts and minds of those who remember it as it was over so many years. Truth always exists as a measure of our world - much like another dimension that all of the hypocrisy and heartlessness cannot erase. The "Millbrook Fathers" never did have much of a heart and soul when it came to Bennett College and it cannot surprise anyone associated with the college that money, property, profit and minutae are
their only concern. All of those years, all of the young women who passed thru those halls, all of the lectures, plays, classes, receptions, achievements, problems, snow-covered lawns, friendships - the walls and stones and staircases and windows remember and retain them.
Halcyon stands a broken beauty and she disentegrates hour by hour - but not as some giant relic of the past or, for Millbrook's Fathers, some hulking wreck undeserving of compassion...but as a testament of what we value in this world, how we treat our history, what purpose our memories serve and, most of all, the power of lasting values. Halcyon may fall, but perhaps it needs the rest like the sleep that comes from beautiful things having transpired and served those it embraced so well.