Yvette Mimieux is her real name; yet it sounds more like an anagram or a code phrase devised by aliens, vaguely but discernibly inventive. Her hair is naturally blonde, yet it is so impossibly pale, so much closer to moonlight than to anything found on any ordinary human head, that it seems the product of a prop department. Her complexion, clear as ice and the untroubled color of early dawn, hints of a makeup artist. Her eyes, too, momentarily blue, then grey, then aquamarine, then green, look to be explicable only if...
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