She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane.

"I had all the characteristics  of a human being---flesh, blood, skin, hair--but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that my normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the vitcim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a ough resemblance of a human being, with only a dim corner of my mind functioning..."

"...there is an idea of Patrick Batemen, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hie my cold