"She remembers you.  She gets every one of your pieces of commercial crud, on tape, under every pseudonym she has been able to track down.  She goes to sleep by them, usually, and they give her beautiful dreams.  She says.  Furthermore there is no doubt that she knows who you are.  Jubal, that big living room, the Nest proper, has exactly one item of ornamentation, if you'll pardon the word - a life-sized color copy of your head.  Looks as if you had been decapitated, with your face in a hideous grin.  A candid shot that Duke sneaked of you, I understand."