“This house is a cursed, unclean place. There are devils in it... Well, how are there devils? They don’t breed like chickens from under a hen, but go wild. They gather, one is frying on the harmonica, the other is in the tulumbas... boom... boom... The others will lift their tails and go to grab them... People say so, but I don’t know if it’s true. It's like it starts at twelve o'clock at night. And such a scoundrel is butchered! They are masters at this... You can’t push them to do anything good, but dancing and swearing is the most unlovable thing they do. Very much for that...”