" . . . in a no-man’s-land of waters and silences, to raise the hollow of that fingered conch to my ear..." " . . . they seem to drag, the blistered skirt is so low. From the hat, one would say a man. But it is a woman, by her tresses and her clothing." " . . . and we discerned, not burning but set ablaze by the sun, boats that looked more like the braided tresses of women . . . " " . . . and the island on which man and woman, the first ones, created by the dying star, went crazy and broke their golden canes."
On the given text the emotions that Walter puts explains how
he feels about himself, stating that “So you butchered up a dream of
mine—you—who always talking 'bout your children's dreams”
