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woman in a Red Army uniform. They squirmed on the
crowded mattress where the star, dressed in nothing at
all, sat smoking a water pipe like the caterpillar in Alice
in Wonderland.
After about an hour, the live Ms. Harfleur began to
moan and spasm in her shackles. As her day
fragmented on the wall, the screen filled with blood. It
poured out of the eyes of a poster of Mary Pickford
and soaked the mattress. All the bedfellows were
washed away in a red tumble, the filmmaker herself
went limp, and that evidently was "The End," for the
lights came on and everyone began to clap.
"That blew my mind away!" said a young woman
with a crew cut, dressed as a Russian peasant. "Didn't it
yours? Washed in the blood of the lamb. Reborn!
Wow."
"Why, thank you, no, I don't smoke," said Evelyn
Troyes as she declined the rather smelly and messy
(could it be Russian?) cigarette offered by her neighbor,
who appeared to have at least six shawls tied around
various parts of her body.
The girl gooed, "I just love your outfit, it's wild.