renny travelled back and forth , crushing the grass till she 'd worn a path , scherzo 's blacked-out skull hers to visit , to dream in like he never could , his sole resource a memory stacked with images , a leading light in this cabaret his sister annie , her thousand faces uplifted by daytime imagination , her flesh and scenery , costume and vocabulary , her every role , pose and adventure etched in his mentality , mostly in closed rooms , backstage , out of bounds to scherzo who simply had not dared to venture this way , happy to view from afar what renny revelled in .