A title for this book could have been:"WHILE SOUTHWORTH AND HAWES WERE PHOTOGRAPHING LOLA MONTEZ, A PERSON IN THE NEXT BUILDING WAS BEING STRANGLED."
Because I am the dead air trapped between those buildings, I see and hear both events. The shutter being tripped, a cigarette staining the glove of Montez and blood in the eyes of the victim. This is so because I believe within us is an intangible malice that understands the possibility of these events and the isolation of their passions.
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