Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. “There are policemen—and buses. “Thank Heaven, they are bringing the hors d’oeuvres. It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety.
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