The Raquel Welch mask speaker at White Flag
trying to concentrate on receiving the Message instead of brooding on that odd old dark moment of aphasiac terror with this veiled like psuedo-intellectual-type girl who was probably just in some sort of complex Denial, or on whatever doubtlessly grim place he feels like he knows that smooth echoless slightly Southern voice from.
Context
Gately mid-meeting, still rattled by the raffle-break exchange: his first veil-hermeneutics can only parse the linen as "some sort of complex Denial" — the exact reading Joelle's doctrine statement (104) exists to overturn, and, given what the veiled woman two speakers later does with a pink blanket (079), not a stupid one. ("Psuedo" is the text's spelling.)