| Helene speaks obliquely of her narrow escape from extermination, of her debt to Eric, of her own strangeness, which makes her an appropriate inmate of Nordquist House. One way this strangeness is manifested is in her dress-jellabas, pantaloons, whatever Lynn may want to play with. |
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| Eric took my hand, Ruth, in that Hell where frost and fire ate us to bone. So now I white my face and make me his Harlekin with striped Pantalons and magic wand. And here in the house of Nordquist for him I sing the end of all old music that made Demon Holocaust, even your beloved Beethoven. And Eric, my Eric red, will burn us pure. |
