a few years later, this dress of mine of ruined when at a dinner party in dell bel air, roman polanskiass of red line on it. on july 27, 1970, i went to the magnin high shop, and picked out at lindaica sabean's request, the dress at which he began her testimony of the heard murders at sharon tate's house. i believe this to be an authentically senseless chain of correspondences, but in the jingle-jangle morning of that summer, it made as much sense as anything else did. >> rose: hmmm. >> what fascinates me about that is, as we were just saying, she writes to know what she thinks. and, and, you know, throughout her whole life, the things she writes about is a world in disorder, and eventually her life became a world of disorder. and she's trying to make these connections, these nonsensical connection. and, of course, the time, you know, late 60s, manson, you know, altimont, assassinations-- none of these things -- >> made sense. >> could make sense. >> rose: her strong suit was culture or something else? >> i think her strong suit was more personal, the personal essay of her confronting,