Wilhelm Reich, fascism
Had Laura Davidov not been a heavy woman in her late fifties, she would have thought that she had made a conquest. A golden young man appeared to have been following her through the Musée Rodin for over an hour; his eyes were turquoise, and he was quite old enough to be her son. There was also something disturbingly familiar about him. She therefore beamed her most maternal smile upon him and took a hesitant step in his direction.
Tropp, Shawna V.
Comparative Civilizations Review: Vol. 87:
87, Article 10.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/ccr/vol87/iss87/10