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1 " Eartha Kitt singing “Santa Baby” in that languid voice of hers, the purring of a feline underlaid with rebel cries, sure it would have been nice for her just to be the little kitten she looked like so she could get her black voice listened to, the black rage of South Carolina plantations where she’d been raped by a white farmer, that’s what Robbie was going to sing tonight, "
― Marie-Claire Blais , Mai at the Predators' Ball