Like the noncharacter at the center of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? the screen's nonimage and the man it effaces enable other forms of repression, […]

That's where she met Vic--tall, hawkfaced, blackhaired, wearing tight Levis and a black T-shirt with the pocket over his heart stretched around a hardpack box of Parliaments.

The dees are about.

Starting from the Tangla mountains it runs as a razor backed ridge some 3 miles high between the Chin Sha and the Mekong of Lang Ts’iang river until northern Yunnan is reached.