She carried nothing in her hands, no purse, no personal possessions of any kind, but when Arty opened the door she raised herhand and dimmed her eye, taking one last drag from a cigarette before extinguishing it under her bright silver heel.
Her final retreat into fantasy imagining a gentle death at sea, and taking the hand of the doctor who is packing her off to an asylum was sung with a bright purity that was all the more touching for being the voice of an earlier time.