The house is representative of how years ago in days of old, when magic filled the air, they had a paradigm for what happened and how, and even many years later, even in light of war, narrowly avoiding total annihilation, it still stands, albeit, on it’s final legs, but the youth came along and subsequently tore it down, creating a way for a revolution, a newer way of life. “”It’s got a staircase two hundred years old like a corkscrew. Nothing holds it up.” “What do you mean, nothing holds it up. Does it float?” “It’s to do with opposite forces, Old Misery said.”” (Greene, 4) Perhaps an allusion to how tradition works, it stands, surely, but after a while, nothing really holds it up, and it’s kinda just there for people to use and abide by, and the only thing keeping it up is some hocus-pocus with opposite forces, perhaps making an allusion to the war, or even how in ancient times, culture was often spread through war and conquest (a bit of a stretch,