“And she knew, if anyone did, that the hearts of men, whether their skins are yellow or white or brown, are incalculable.”įrom the point of view of a woman whose husband has left her loose…. Or a hair-cossie, more like! “…one does look at distances differently in the South Seas” - not forgetting the missionary’s memories of the mountains of Nebraska! We need to wear this story like a hair shirt. And what is too obvious remains subtle, and vice versa. Here, too, we have temptation as well as merciless madness like the rain the rain the rain, it seems. Now the Biblical commandants are threatened. In the previous story, don’t forget the description of someone’s scorn at half-castes mixing with whites. Plus a good-time girl whose fat legs puffed out above her boots. Inside, two couples, an overtly and strictly pious Missionary beset by the magnet of sin accompanied by his wife and a relatively common-sensical Doctor also with his wife. Wearing, half-mast, half-cast, the lava-lava, as the makeshift swimming cossie in the previous story, now here like a crude genitals’ covering as a matter of careless course! And you probably know already how this famous ultra-powerful novelette pans out, the merciless, pitiless torrents of relentless rain (“with a fierce malignity that was all too human”) in an enforced Pacific stopover, such rain upon a makeshift hostel with a corrugated roof.
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