In the hills around Utuado, most of the houses are abandoned. […] The only people I see as I drive around the region with Antonio Paris, an astrophysicist who grew up in Utuado but now lives in Tampa, Florida, are some lonely-looking men fishing off the dam at Lago Dos Bocas.

He will find that her frank and charming companionability is as far removed from masculinity as from coarseness; that the points in which she differs from the European lady do not bring her nearer either to a man on the one hand, or to a common woman on the other.

They come nowhence, and they go nowhither. But now I see them and all things as ever moving symbols of the motions of man's spirit and destiny.

When you meet the girl who wouldn't et cetera you will tell her that your are slumming, visiting your own six A.M. Lower East Side of the soul on a lark, stepping nimbly between the piles of garbage to the gay marimba rhythms in your head.