The air was hot and stale inside. Looking out from the bedroom window, through wire netting and dead insects, at the rough garden nd the tall paw-paw trees and the land falling away past groves of cashews and clusters of grass roofs to the rock cones which in the distance appeared to make a continuous low pale-blue range, Willie thought, 'I don't know where I am. I don't think I can pick way back. I don't ever want this view to become familiar. I must : unpack. I must never behave as though I am staying.'