Kapitel 8, The Railcar to San Salvador

„The train was going at ten miles an hour, so it was possible to botanize there on the back pages of my Poe novel (…)“

„The atmosphere in the train was grim. This was the bottom of the social scale, mainly people going to the next village, a ten-cent ride...

„He habitually left things to others (…)“

„(…) though it was as queer as fiction, as farce, that their country could happen to be exactly his (…)“