The Raquel Welch mask speaker at White Flag (pp. 371–372)
that summer the smiling quiet foster father even bought, had found somewhere, a cheesy rubber Raquel Welch full-head pull-on mask, with hair, and would now nightly come in in the dark and lift Its limp soft head up and struggle and lug to get the mask on and the relevant holes aligned for air, and then would diddle his way to extremity and cry out ‘RAQUEL!’ and then but he would just clamber out and off and leave the dark bedroom smiling and sated and lots of times leave the mask still on It
Context
The book's most obscene mask: a dead-era sex goddess's rubber face strapped over a paralyzed one so the body under it can be used. It's the veil-logic of the whole theme run backwards — where U.H.I.D. covers the face to take control of the gaze, here the face is covered to license the violation — and "the relevant holes aligned for air" may be the coldest clause in the novel.