(The artist glances up and notices your presence for the first time... he giggles hysterically: )
-I know why you are here! I know all about it! You want to know about HER! Yes, yes. Where she is, where she can be found. Well I don't remember! There were so many, I had to... The painting was confiscated. There was such a scandal. It was supposed to hang in the War Office. A testament to our conquests. But Lord Mortmain declared it Entartung and took it in for his personal safekeeping. Such disparagement at the vernissage! I was disgraced of course. So cruel, after my painstaking iterations of inpainting helped fix his hands... But no matter! You want to know about her! Well I forgot her. She is really an amalgamation, a commixture of many dalliances. I found them all over, the Dockyards, the Rookeries, Cheapside... there was one who was a little better than the rest, she seemed to have come from family. She mentioned her father owned a factory or the like. I might have kept a memento of her at the garret in the Rookeries. But She is not her; she is not Her? You must not look at her! Whatsoever thou shalt desire she will give it thee, even to the half of the kingdom! Bring me ripe fruits, come and eat fruits with me! I love to see in a fruit the mark of her little teeth. She will dance, dance with naked feet! Her naked feet will dance like little white doves. They will be like little white flowers that dance upon the
trees.No! No! She is going to dance on blood! Do not dance on blood! Speak not to me! Suffer me not to kiss thy mouth...! I will not look at things! I will not suffer things to look at me...!
