monica viti, julianna, asks richard harris,  are you a leftist or a rightest? why do you ask such a question? are you interested in politics? ha, good lord, no. i was just wondering. it's like asking, "what do you believe in?" deep down one doesn't really know what one believes in. one believes in humanity, ha, in a certain sense. a little less in justice. a little more in progress. one believes in socialism...perhaps. what matters is to act as one thinks right- right for oneself and for others. in other words, with a clean conscience. mine is at peace.
[they stand in a burnt visibly toxic place]
does that answer your question? 
that's some bunch of words you strung together, she says.
[i think, she is a beautiful guide in hell, but she can't get out] 
[the red desert is a shack in the industrial waste where the industrialists have orgies, painted rust and blood red]
[julianna eats a hard-boiled aphrodisiac quail egg. does it work right away? she coos. does it ever! a balding man says.]