"The naked girl in the painting was alive. Slowly, as if in a dream of incomprehensible wickedness, the nude swayed and gyrated and danced, like a puppet on the strings of the music that swelled and droned and burst in explosive sound, compelling, demanding irresistable. Hips and arms and toso swayed and jounced, although the girl's feet never left the floor that was the base of the shadow box. The girl in the shadow box, the living Nuclear Nude, was Linda Riddle. She was dancing her life away."

1968.