In H. G. Wells’s “The Door in the Wall,” a man called Redmond recounts a story told to him a few months ago by his old friend Lionel Wallace. When listening to the story, Redmond says, he believed it. The next morning, however, he decided it was nothing more than a fantastic tale well-told; he marveled at how earnest his friend had appeared and how real the story had seemed. Looking back on that night now, Redmond is convinced that either Wallace’s story was true or that Wallace, at least, believed it was true.
Wallace and Redmond attended St. Athelstan’s College in London together, and while Redmond describes himself as having been an average student, Wallace was extremely successful in school. He was also successful in politics, becoming a prominent cabinet member. Yet Wallace always had a strangely detached quality and, as it turns out, harbored a secret that haunted him all his life.
Wallace grew up a precocious child in London’s West Kensington neighborhood. One day when he was five years old, he wandered away from his distant father and rather lax governess (his mother died when he was born) and came upon a green door in a white wall. He immediately felt a deep desire to walk through the door and a simultaneous conviction that to do so would be some kind of transgression, one that would anger his father. After idling at some dingy shops nearby, Wallace ran passionately back to the door and went through.
The boy emerged into an indescribably beautiful garden in which he immediately felt a sense of joy and well-being. West Kensington had vanished; he forgot about the duties and fears of his former life. He had the sensation that he had come home and that everything in this place was right and good. Wallace remains convinced this magical garden was an entirely different world. He encountered two tame panthers there, along with other friendly animals, and a girl who led him down a tree-lined path. All the people he saw in the vast garden with its fountains and palaces were beautiful, kind, and radiated love and happiness. He played wonderful games with other children but could never afterward remember what the games were, much to his frustration. Then a solemn woman took him from his play and began to read him a book that contained everything that had ever happened to him. But when they came to the page that showed him standing outside the green door, Wallace was unable to...
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