#heaphouse

"At times, so I have been told, when she was younger, she would be so furious at her confinement that she would throw great valuables out of her window, that she would smash crystal glass and grandmother clocks and alabaster busts.  The only constant in that constant room with her was the great marble mantelpiece.  All else was in a state of flux.  Once, after a tempest - up, and, having scratched at the floorboards in her misery until her fingermails were cracked and bleeding, had opened a double set of windows and propelled her own servant from her room down, down onto the cobbles below. 

All was forever changing, only Grandmother and the mantelpiece remained the same."