"Actually, now that Mulder thought about it, it seemed as though every house he had been in since he had gotten to where ever the hell exactly he was, had a dark and convoluted part to it. This thought then led to a very uneasy thought--perhaps they were all part of the same house. It wasn't any more unlikely than anything else...after all.
'I'm going to be a postmodern for sure, before I get out of all this,' Mulder thought glumly. 'Derrida, move over, here I come. Archimedes point, my ass.' "
or, The Thin Line Between Underwear and Pain
The Collector's Edition
by Y.S. Wilce