About the book: 2006 / "The deacon's son, a seminarian, who came to the village to visit his parents on vacation, woke up one dark hot night from severe bodily excitement and, lying down, set fire himself even more imaginatively: in the afternoon, before lunch, I spied from the coastal willow forest above the creek of the river, how the girls came there from work and, throwing their shirts off their sweaty white bodies over their heads, with noise and laughter, lifting up their faces, arching their backs, threw themselves into the hotly shining water; then, not able to control himself, he stood up, crept in the darkness through the entryway into the kitchen, where it was black and hot, as if in a heated oven, and, holding out his hands forward, groped for the bunk on which the cook was sleeping, a poor, rootless girl who was reputed to be a fool, and she , out of fear, I didn’t even scream. …»