then, horror . . . horror such as I can never describe . . . several more bodies were piled nearby, naked, one on top of the other. Stockings removed, the girl upon the table was tossed onto this pile like nothing more than a piece of discarded meat thrown out by the kitchen staff. I felt faint, but I could not look away. The bodies were fresh, as though they had been alive only an hour before; their
Holocaust-- the many different Holocausts. The medical experiments etc. are all reminiscent of the Holocaust. Extended metaphor for the inhumanity.
