Gately's dreams and Mrs. Waite's death (p. 850)
Mrs. Waite is played by veiled U.H.I.D. House resident Joelle van D., except without her veil, and what’s more without any clothes, as in starkers, gorgeous, with that same incredible body as in the other one except here this time with the face not of a jowly British P.M. but of a total female angel, not sexy so much as angelic, like all the world’s light had gotten together and arranged itself into the shape of a face. Or something. It looks like somebody, Joelle’s face, but Gately can’t for the life of him place who, and it’s not just the distraction of the inhumanly gorgeous naked bod below, because the dream is not like a sex-dream.
Context
The second fever-dream, in dead Mrs. Waite's kitchen: the veil lifted onto a face of unbearable radiance — "all the world's light... arranged itself into the shape of a face" — three pages after the first dream lifted the same veil onto Churchill's jowls and cigar (p. 847, in the supporting section). Both of the novel's live theories of what's under the linen get a dream apiece, in order, and Gately's terror is precisely not knowing which is true — the deliberate undecidability our digest protects, running inside a character's sleep. Even the angelic face stays unplaceable: veiled, in effect, by light.