I seem more beautiful than I am because no one¹s ever seen me clearly. My powerful bosom is a grandiose vibration of molecules resembling lettuce. My legs go from here to the next car in this section of the parking lot. I am brilliant without imagination, medication, or sentiment. I work best in the gap between art and life, eliminating odors. I got my start in Barking as an orchidy matron purling. Now I am a quartet of housewives wiping their hands on floral aprons outside the cap factory, I am the front room of a filthy third-floor dentist office in 1945 where Dr. Lack, nickname " "Fister Junior," controls the flow of all Life with a big black transmitter. You have caught me with my bloom of youth down, sis, and I am frothy as an orchard, I am a handful and a half, I am Miss Charlotte Banister, whom the butcher boys all call "The Blitz."