Beside the bed, and to be lit at night by a handy switch over the pillow, is a little clock, its face flush with the wall [no dust-catcher].
"The room has no corners to gather dirt, wall meets floor with a gentle curve, and the apartment could be swept out effectually by a few strokes of a mechanical sweeper [sucked out by the now-used cleaning-machine .-- Author].

The door-frames and window-frames are of metal, rounded and impervious to draft.

You are politely requested to turn a handle at the foot of your bed before leaving the room, and forthwith the frame turns up into a vertical position, and the bedclothes hang airing.

You stand in the doorway and realize that there remains not a minute's work for any one to do.

Memories of the fetid disorder of many an earthly bedroom after a night's use float across your mind.
[In America the use of the sleeping-room as a sitting-room is more common than in England, and the fetid disorder is far greater.] "And you must not imagine this dustless, spotless, sweet apartment as anything but beautiful.