“The deacon’s son, a seminarian, who came to the village to visit his parents on vacation, woke up one dark hot night from severe bodily excitement and, after lying down, fired himself up even more with his imagination: in the afternoon, before lunch, he spied from a coastal vine over the creek of the river, how the girls came there from work and, throwing the shirts off their sweaty white bodies over their heads, with noise and laughter, lifting up their faces, arching their backs, threw themselves into the hot glistening water; then, not able to control himself, he stood up, crept in the darkness through the entryway into the kitchen, where it was black and hot, as if in a heated oven, and, stretching out his hands forward, groped for the bunk on which the cook was sleeping, a poor, rootless girl who was reputed to be a fool, and she , out of fear, she didn’t even scream. ..."