"Hello, attractive young female of the sparse subcontinent, Spain. (She is very hot-blooded.)"
"You, my exquisite, ungarnished beast, are the key to my freedom from cum and the well-swept brothels of the breathy matadors of my youth, which, I must rasp, is still going."
"(She is very hot-blooded.) That is interesting to us, dear girl. Tell us more about one of these breathy matadors in particular. Tell us anything--any matador facet or aspect--and any matador's person, moreover, will quite do."
"There was one, Humberto, serene but huge, with a dimple in his left cheek that could hold a stone as large as itself, and Humberto reeked always of breath that he breathed, which was breath of the drunk, having drunk this or that which sent him into a fit, always, of knowing himself pretty well, which was unusual then, self-knowledge, always people were going around with a decided purpose, yes, sure footfall and graceful contorting, but no vision into the head--but that one, drunk, could see that, for example, he lacked the stability to do things but only because of demands placed upon him by neighbors who didn't care much for him--`whether he lived or he died,' as a singer of America sings--that without such demands, Humberto would thrive and have stability and even more thriving thereafter, and he knew, too, that it was he and his cowardice keeping him loose in the shovelfuls of pig iron that were coin for the Neighbor seen as grand aspect of Neighbor, and Humberto could hardly live with that and would fly into rages, and me he would come to sight with his eye into mine, one eye, you know, into another, and I so frail with the eye of a girl he would look into in that manner of the selfless cowardly matador, a terrible manner, really, and this would all make me quite nervous and often my breath would shorten and not from that action of excitement that shortens the breath as one approaches the house of companions where one will have the hand with companions, etc.-rather any shortening there was due to the situation of small being faced with a very real matador, and so on and on."
"You know, of course, that we are American, very rich, we can buy you out of the state of Spain and take you to Idaho where you will learn about life in the modern world and its processes, you will be cared for, you will be cared about too moreover--many things! one thing after another, caring.... This is not just a suggestion, a hint, an idea. Perhaps we can talk, first, about some of the other matadors."
"I am too eager to go to America, exquisite ungarnished. It would solve a great many errors plaguing me lately, errors of ill comportment in the face of advances--often it is very nice to have hand with companions--and in the great country of your departure I would talk and talk about any matador there might come to your mind."
"That would be nice indeed. (She is so hot-blooded.) But you know we are studying the great notions of the primitive mind, a good many thoughts about that that are not for sale, they're very precious to many people who live in America, your future home, and we really would like you to think about things in your life for us now. Right now, not really in future America."
"I am really disappointed, I am sinking, it is making me clutch a matador to my breast and be lanced by the matador's gaze as well as his notions of future serenity--you make me very sad!"
"Well, for one who disdains future serenity you sure are missing America."
"Not for serenity do people seek America. Rather because of blunt-brained despair."