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223 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1971
[She was] a petite brunette, very beautiful, clad in soft flab like a pearl in a velvet case, and, like a pearl, she had a damp, cold listlessness, a savage delicacy, a multi-shaded gray sheen of indifference, a distracted, distant callousness.
His black jacket, the shiny whiteness of his starched shirt, the dull sheen of his of his silk lapels, lent a grotesque aspect to his red face, his white hands, the gleaming skull beneath his thinning hair. It was that same … aspect that one finds in the people painted by Lucas Cranach in which the pink German skin speckled with golden reflections becomes dulled ivory spotted with greenish reflections and assumes, in contrast with the black clothing, that pallor of decomposing flesh that is the fundamental color of every German moral landscape.
[I]t became clear that the mummy was decomposing, crumbling, becoming flaky, soft to the touch, damp and spoiled.