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"The more they flourished, the more she seemed to wilt, and she walked around the house, baked aloes tied to her swollen feet, her limbs greased with a mixture of nutmeg and soft candle and coconut oil, her head bound with a cloth soaked in the juice of fresh limes, wearing two, sometimes three dresses, one over the other, and one of Dixon's old jackets over them all to keep from freezing."

"He had walked in the of the forest where the monkeys howled and the snakes waited at the end of traces near fruit trees, where cut vines sprung water, high up where parrots feasted on balata trees, into this far peace where bands of wild hogs rooted among wild yams and up to the early paths of streams, high above the waterfall up among the guatacaire and mora trees, among the angelin and the perfumed laurier into a freedom precarious like the fern rooted on stone, all about it rooted itself anywhere it could hold, all about him, everywhere, breaking forth in the songs of birds, in the brilliance of flowers, ants crawling, with helicoptering honeybees, until after three days wandering, one morning with dawn breaking he saw at the side of a mora tree the huge eyes of a half-naked boy with his brother's face looking at him."

"The night she thought would be her last in Alford George's bed, Florence poured avocado oil in the palms of her hands and massaged his naked body [...]."

"He had walked in the of the forest where the monkeys howled and the snakes waited at the end of traces near fruit trees, where cut vines sprung water, high up where parrots feasted on balata trees, into this far peace where bands of wild hogs rooted among wild yams and up to the early paths of streams, high above the waterfall up among the guatacaire and mora trees, among the angelin and the perfumed laurier into a freedom precarious like the fern rooted on stone, all about it rooted itself anywhere it could hold, all about him, everywhere, breaking forth in the songs of birds, in the brilliance of flowers, ants crawling, with helicoptering honeybees, until after three days wandering, one morning with dawn breaking he saw at the side of a mora tree the huge eyes of a half-naked boy with his brother's face looking at him."

"Like a troupe of magicians, each one with a top hat, a black cape, a silver-topped cane, a briefcase, eyes shielded from the light by a pair of dark shades, and one ear wired with a hearing-aid, they came to ascend platforms decorated with palm and bamboo leaves and photographs of The Leader [...]"

"He had walled it with a latticework of bamboo strips, temporarily (‘Until I get the proper kind of grass and mud to plaster it with’)."

"He would say over and over again with regret, to his wife and children, If I wasn't in this business, I would make a million from bamboo."

"He spent his time on the platform talking about birdcages and bamboo and wood, about corraili and bhaji and baigan, about scrubbing- boards and dog chains, so that the majority of people walked away from his meetings and those who remained did so only because they felt entertained by his utterances."

"Mother Earth, a woman who fifteen years earlier had left the city to go alone into the forest of Matelot to live naked with nature, came out with fifteen of her followers dressed in skirts made of plantain leaves to tell him not to waste his time trying to change the system, leave it."

"University scientists came with plans and programmes for feeding the people of the nation from the coconut palm, and from bananas, banana rice, banana flour, banana sugar [...]."

"University scientists came with plans and programmes for feeding the people of the nation from the coconut palm, and from bananas, banana rice, banana flour, banana sugar [...]."

"University scientists came with plans and programmes for feeding the people of the nation from the coconut palm, and from bananas, banana rice, banana flour, banana sugar [...]."

"University scientists came with plans and programmes for feeding the people of the nation from the coconut palm, and from bananas, banana rice, banana flour, banana sugar [...]."

"And what would rescue her, she thought as she looked out the window of Tall Boy taxi at the breezy green settlement around her, the wisps of hibiscus squeezing through the mat of roadside Ti-Marie, their sparse stunted flowers splashes of red on the wreath of the Carabon plantation, at the boy, in the brilliance of this peace, barebacked, his solemn muscles polished by sweat, with the calm demeanour of a saint emerging from a thicket of cocoa with a slingshot and birdcage and bunch of bird-pecked bananas to pause shipwrecked before the ocean of road sailing away for miles under shimmering waves of heat [...]."

"If your belly full up now with profits, if you ready now to abandon us because you getting sugar from beet that you growing over there in England, give us the island to run."

"One day he arrived on the ground with his own wickets, a bat he had himself fashioned out of the root of a bois canot tree, one of his taped and polished tennis balls."

"Outside the yard was planted with bougainvillea trees and red hibiscus fencing, orchids were growing on tree stumps, ixora plants, a calabash tree and two coconut trees near enough to string a hammock in between, guava tree near the latrine and some julie mango trees."

"It had days they wanted to just sit down under a breadfruit tree and cool off, to reach up and pick a ripe mango off the tree and eat it."

"Food: paratha and buss-up shot with delicacies from chataigne and baigan and bhaji to feed the whole of Cunaripo and Cascadu."

"It had times they just wanted to jump into the sea and take a sea bath, to romp with a girl on a bed of dead leaves underneath the umbrella of cocoa trees."

"He knew he had to get a job right away; and that was how he came the following morning to be standing in the yard of Carabon's estate, asking for work, until at last they handed him a spade and sent him down to the cocoa field where the men were digging trenches to drain the beds of cocoa, wearing the same clothes he had on in the dance since they were the only clothes in his possession."

"He knew he had to get a job right away; and that was how he came the following morning to be standing in the yard of Carabon's estate, asking for work, until at last they handed him a spade and sent him down to the cocoa field where the men were digging trenches to drain the beds of cocoa, wearing the same clothes he had on in the dance since they were the only clothes in his possession."

"[...] Cunaripo, the town: with the police station and the Catholic church and the Warden's office its major buildings, with a Scale House for weighing canes and an Ice Box for selling ice and a Buying House where farmers from surrounding estates brought bags of polished cocoa beans and dried coffee to be weighed and exchanged for money and then to be shipped by rail to Port-of-Spain, the port where they all led, the train lines and the ribbons of road, streaming through forest, along sea coasts, joining plantation to plantation, coconuts and cocoa and cane, until they reached the port from which ships sailed out to England, out into the world, the world, already to him more than a place, a mission, a Sacred Order that brought him into meaning, into Life."

"[...] Cunaripo, the town: with the police station and the Catholic church and the Warden's office its major buildings, with a Scale House for weighing canes and an Ice Box for selling ice and a Buying House where farmers from surrounding estates brought bags of polished cocoa beans and dried coffee to be weighed and exchanged for money and then to be shipped by rail to Port-of-Spain, the port where they all led, the train lines and the ribbons of road, streaming through forest, along sea coasts, joining plantation to plantation, coconuts and cocoa and cane, until they reached the port from which ships sailed out to England, out into the world, the world, already to him more than a place, a mission, a Sacred Order that brought him into meaning, into Life."

"And he waited, preparing for his departure into that other world, the world, watching the seasons change and the deluge of rain turn the cracked savannah into pools of mud; and he continued to call out spelling and work sums with the children; and sometimes, feeling himself a stranger far from home, feeling surrounded by the cocoa and the canes [...]"

"When he returned from Training College she was a woman, attending Cosmos Business Academy, in her uniform of blue and blue, her books cradled in the crook of her arms, carrying the scent of green wood-fire smoke and forest moss under her armpits and on her skin, no longer surging forth with the careless, leaping exuberant rhythm of the bush and the cocoa fields of The Settlement, that rhythm abandoned [...]."

"And they went down that afternoon to the river under the cocoa trees, the two of them alone and went naked in the water and that night she felt a chill, a fear when they loved each other, and she didn't know what to tell him."

"And what would rescue her, she thought as she looked out the window of Tall Boy taxi at the breezy green settlement around her, the wisps of hibiscus squeezing through the mat of roadside Ti-Marie, their sparse stunted flowers splashes of red on the wreath of the Carabon plantation, at the boy, in the brilliance of this peace, barebacked, his solemn muscles polished by sweat, with the calm demeanour of a saint emerging from a thicket of cocoa with a slingshot and birdcage and bunch of bird-pecked bananas to pause shipwrecked before the ocean of road sailing away for miles under shimmering waves of heat [...]."

"[...] from the stillness of the whitewashed wooden barrack houses overhung by the outflung branches of the giant immortelle shading the blighted cocoa [...]."

"‘And what will rescue her?’ I ask myself as I pay Tall Boy his money and wave a hand at the shyly smiling figure who had come to the doorway of her prison. ‘The muscular boy panting to lead her under the shade of the cocoa trees unto a bed of dead leaves?"

"‘How you know to come to me now?’ asked Mother Ethel, pushing herself up from the bench facing the shrine in the yard, with the calabash tree and the pomegranate tree with the iron for Ogun and the conch shell for Yemanja and the sugarcane plant, for Damballah, the snake."

"Outside the yard was planted with bougainvillea trees and red hibiscus fencing, orchids were growing on tree stumps, ixora plants, a calabash tree and two coconut trees near enough to string a hammock in between, guava tree near the latrine and some julie mango trees."

"He spent his time on the platform talking about birdcages and bamboo and wood, about corraili and bhaji and baigan, about scrubbing- boards and dog chains, so that the majority of people walked away from his meetings and those who remained did so only because they felt entertained by his utterances."

"She didn't feel rushed; and it was with this quality of self-confidence that in the beginning she stretched out, relaxed on our veranda, under the shade of the cedar tree, watching the iguanas change their skin, the cedar seeds burst open, spread out their wings and set sail on the wind [...]."

"She didn't feel rushed; and it was with this quality of self-confidence that in the beginning she stretched out, relaxed on our veranda, under the shade of the cedar tree, watching the iguanas change their skin, the cedar seeds burst open, spread out their wings and set sail on the wind [...]."

"He tried to look interested and to send little signals, little eye-flutterings or other gestures of interest to those to whom she was most attracted and when they didn't respond in the way she wanted, she sat on the veranda under the mottled sunlight and the leaves falling from our cedar tree [...]."

"He got the newspapers to come and there was a picture of him in the newspapers kneeling with the mothers of the Church, surrounded by lighted candles and flowers without thorns, marigold and croton and ginger lilies and chaconia and fern."

"This was one of the beginnings of the story that Uncle Bango sat down that year to tell, that had me looking out for him to complete each Saturday when he stopped by our house on his way from the market where he went to sell the toy steeldrum sets he made from bits of wire and condensed-milk tins and the heads he sculptured out of dried coconuts, the bare brown fibres for the face, the eyes red beads, the moustaches and eyebrows painted green or black or red as his fancy, each head wearing a crown or an arrangement of feathers fabricated from the images of the warriors and kings that he said had come to him in his dreams."

"The more they flourished, the more she seemed to wilt, and she walked around the house, baked aloes tied to her swollen feet, her limbs greased with a mixture of nutmeg and soft candle and coconut oil, her head bound with a cloth soaked in the juice of fresh limes, wearing two, sometimes three dresses, one over the other, and one of Dixon's old jackets over them all to keep from freezing."

"[...] Cunaripo, the town: with the police station and the Catholic church and the Warden's office its major buildings, with a Scale House for weighing canes and an Ice Box for selling ice and a Buying House where farmers from surrounding estates brought bags of polished cocoa beans and dried coffee to be weighed and exchanged for money and then to be shipped by rail to Port-of-Spain, the port where they all led, the train lines and the ribbons of road, streaming through forest, along sea coasts, joining plantation to plantation, coconuts and cocoa and cane, until they reached the port from which ships sailed out to England, out into the world, the world, already to him more than a place, a mission, a Sacred Order that brought him into meaning, into Life."

"And behind him, these poor little boys, their hands swinging in every direction, some heads turned to the left, some heads to the right, people applauding because they so astonished and amazed that this man with nothing to his name, no house, no land, the little money that he get coming from sculpting heads from dry coconuts and little trinkets from dried coconut shells, would from his own pocket outfit these boys and bring them, uninvited, into this big Independence march."

"And behind him, these poor little boys, their hands swinging in every direction, some heads turned to the left, some heads to the right, people applauding because they so astonished and amazed that this man with nothing to his name, no house, no land, the little money that he get coming from sculpting heads from dry coconuts and little trinkets from dried coconut shells, would from his own pocket outfit these boys and bring them, uninvited, into this big Independence march."

"University scientists came with plans and programmes for feeding the people of the nation from the coconut palm, and from bananas, banana rice, banana flour, banana sugar [...]."

"He went into Woodford Square, walking through the grandest guard of honour ever assembled for anybody in this country, the line stretching from the Singer entrance on Frederick Street right up to the podium, the whole country gathered there, the place looking and smelling like Trinidad and Tobago, market women in Shouters' headdress, smelling of red lavender and rosewater, vendors of paratha roti in orhnis, about them the scent of fresh coconut oil and burnt geera, clapping hands and shaking tambourines; stevedores with flags in their huge fists and towels draped over their formidable shoulders, nurses in grey stockings and starched aproned uniforms, vagrants in their Sunday best, soapbox politicians with their fingers on their lips, choirs of schoolchildren, oyster vendors and sugarcane workers, and a contingent of supporters from the opposition parties."

"Early on mornings he jogged around the Savannah in a red, white and black tracksuit marked Trinidad &Tobago, stopping at the completion of his run at a coconut cart to drink a coconut water, light jelly, standing there jumping on the spot as his coconut was cut and other early-morning joggers pointed him out slyly [...]."

"Early on mornings he jogged around the Savannah in a red, white and black tracksuit marked Trinidad &Tobago, stopping at the completion of his run at a coconut cart to drink a coconut water, light jelly, standing there jumping on the spot as his coconut was cut and other early-morning joggers pointed him out slyly [...]."

"Early on mornings he jogged around the Savannah in a red, white and black tracksuit marked Trinidad &Tobago, stopping at the completion of his run at a coconut cart to drink a coconut water, light jelly, standing there jumping on the spot as his coconut was cut and other early-morning joggers pointed him out slyly [...]."

"One morning Alford had finished jogging and was at the coconut cart waiting for the coconutman to cut a light jelly for him [...]."

"One morning Alford had finished jogging and was at the coconut cart waiting for the coconutman to cut a light jelly for him [...]."

"Outside the yard was planted with bougainvillea trees and red hibiscus fencing, orchids were growing on tree stumps, ixora plants, a calabash tree and two coconut trees near enough to string a hammock in between, guava tree near the latrine and some julie mango trees."

"He came home from work promptly and occupied himself with the making of his earrings, curios and jewellery from dried coconuts and dry coconut shells."

"He remembered the silence of the evening he saw his brother Noble, just sixteen, standing with this big straw hat on his head and the big soldier boots on his feet, his eyes huge and serene as if he was looking out a window at the whole huge world, and their mother sitting on the bed in the small room, smelling of coconut oil and rosemary, of ginger and sleep [...]."

"They showed us the ships that come back with another load of saltfish and salt pork and smoke herring and tasso and salt: with khaki and cotton cloth and cork hats and hoes and cutlass and soft candle and rope."

"[...] Jo-Jo's great- grandfather, Guinea John, with his black jacket on and a price of two hundred pounds sterling on his head, made his way to the East Coast, mounted the cliff at Manzanilla, put two corn cobs under his armpits and flew away to Africa"

"She saw clumps of it in Deep Ravine, overpowering a field of grapefruit trees, covering an old wooden house in Hibiscus and weighing down a field of dried corn and pigeon peas, and she kept looking to see when it would reach the streets of Cunaripo, giving up with a smile the idea of Bango ever plastering the walls of the kitchen."

"They show The West Indies, Barbados and Jamaica where they land the cargo of these captive people and collect the cargo of sugar and cotton and spices to take back to Europe for sale."

"They showed us the ships that come back with another load of saltfish and salt pork and smoke herring and tasso and salt: with khaki and cotton cloth and cork hats and hoes and cutlass and soft candle and rope."

"He was back to being a child of seven when he was part of the ceremony to get him to talk, beside him his mother, before him Mother Ethel large in her dress of many layers of cotton, her hands in his, her breathing bosom heaving out her mothersmell, the smell of scented oils under folds of cotton [...].

"He was back to being a child of seven when he was part of the ceremony to get him to talk, beside him his mother, before him Mother Ethel large in her dress of many layers of cotton, her hands in his, her breathing bosom heaving out her mothersmell, the smell of scented oils under folds of cotton [...].

"He got the newspapers to come and there was a picture of him in the newspapers kneeling with the mothers of the Church, surrounded by lighted candles and flowers without thorns, marigold and croton and ginger lilies and chaconia and fern."

"He went into Woodford Square, walking through the grandest guard of honour ever assembled for anybody in this country, the line stretching from the Singer entrance on Frederick Street right up to the podium, the whole country gathered there, the place looking and smelling like Trinidad and Tobago, market women in Shouters' headdress, smelling of red lavender and rosewater, vendors of paratha roti in orhnis, about them the scent of fresh coconut oil and burnt geera, clapping hands and shaking tambourines; stevedores with flags in their huge fists and towels draped over their formidable shoulders, nurses in grey stockings and starched aproned uniforms, vagrants in their Sunday best, soapbox politicians with their fingers on their lips, choirs of schoolchildren, oyster vendors and sugarcane workers, and a contingent of supporters from the opposition parties."

"Food: paratha and buss-up shot with delicacies from chataigne and baigan and bhaji to feed the whole of Cunaripo and Cascadu."

"He spent his time on the platform talking about birdcages and bamboo and wood, about corraili and bhaji and baigan, about scrubbing- boards and dog chains, so that the majority of people walked away from his meetings and those who remained did so only because they felt entertained by his utterances."

"They began a beautification programme in Port-of-Spain, which involved planting flamboyant trees and removing the vagrants from main thoroughfares and allowing them to roam on designated streets."

"He remembered the silence of the evening he saw his brother Noble, just sixteen, standing with this big straw hat on his head and the big soldier boots on his feet, his eyes huge and serene as if he was looking out a window at the whole huge world, and their mother sitting on the bed in the small room, smelling of coconut oil and rosemary, of ginger and sleep [...]."

"He got the newspapers to come and there was a picture of him in the newspapers kneeling with the mothers of the Church, surrounded by lighted candles and flowers without thorns, marigold and croton and ginger lilies and chaconia and fern."

"She saw clumps of it in Deep Ravine, overpowering a field of grapefruit trees, covering an old wooden house in Hibiscus and weighing down a field of dried corn and pigeon peas, and she kept looking to see when it would reach the streets of Cunaripo, giving up with a smile the idea of Bango ever plastering the walls of the kitchen."

"It was just the property, just his duty to be there until Daddy died; now it began to claim him, not just the bearing trees but the old grapefruit trees with branches drying and breaking off and the fruit small and their skin thick and mottled with fungus [...]."

"He had walked in the of the forest where the monkeys howled and the snakes waited at the end of traces near fruit trees, where cut vines sprung water, high up where parrots feasted on balata trees, into this far peace where bands of wild hogs rooted among wild yams and up to the early paths of streams, high above the waterfall up among the guatacaire and mora trees, among the angelin and the perfumed laurier into a freedom precarious like the fern rooted on stone, all about it rooted itself anywhere it could hold, all about him, everywhere, breaking forth in the songs of birds, in the brilliance of flowers, ants crawling, with helicoptering honeybees, until after three days wandering, one morning with dawn breaking he saw at the side of a mora tree the huge eyes of a half-naked boy with his brother's face looking at him."

"Outside the yard was planted with bougainvillea trees and red hibiscus fencing, orchids were growing on tree stumps, ixora plants, a calabash tree and two coconut trees near enough to string a hammock in between, guava tree near the latrine and some julie mango trees."

"And soon in front his store were people selling on payday weekends, guava jams, tamarind balls, strainers for rice, rolling-pins, mortars, coal-pots, khaki pants and khaki shirts."

"And then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he found himself in those timeless afternoons pushing his bicycle alongside her as she walked from school to the taxi stand along the quiet street past the little jalousied wooden houses in their gardens fenced with hibiscus or sweet lime."

"Everything was as it was: the slow dogs stretched out in the lazy street, the wooden houses surrounded by their flower gardens hedged from the road by hibiscus and sweetlime fences."

"Outside the yard was planted with bougainvillea trees and red hibiscus fencing, orchids were growing on tree stumps, ixora plants, a calabash tree and two coconut trees near enough to string a hammock in between, guava tree near the latrine and some julie mango trees."

"And what would rescue her, she thought as she looked out the window of Tall Boy taxi at the breezy green settlement around her, the wisps of hibiscus squeezing through the mat of roadside Ti-Marie, their sparse stunted flowers splashes of red on the wreath of the Carabon plantation, at the boy, in the brilliance of this peace, barebacked, his solemn muscles polished by sweat, with the calm demeanour of a saint emerging from a thicket of cocoa with a slingshot and birdcage and bunch of bird-pecked bananas to pause shipwrecked before the ocean of road sailing away for miles under shimmering waves of heat [...]."

"On the morning of the day that Alford George was to discover that he wasn't going to be leaving the island, Miss May parted the curtains at the front door of the wood house on top the hill, gathered up her strength and stepped down into the speckled sunlight filtering through the overhanging branches of the immortelle tree, her small black Bible gripped in one hand, a finger between its pages marking her place."

"Sometimes she would find him sitting naked in the yard, trying with his tiny fingers to grab hold of the tail of a chicken or to scoop up the light patterning the ground under the immortelle tree, dirt on his face, dirt in his hair, dirt between his teeth, in his eyes bafflement and the surprise that these mysteries did not stand still for him."

"I know you busy, Dixon,’ her voice theatrical, still subduing the tears she never used, ‘and the immortelle flowers pretty, but if you don't cut it down, it will kill us here.’"

"Because a good six months hadn't passed, living in the house, there under the immortelle tree, when the dampness started to penetrate her bones and she began to be ill."

"And although the dampness was killing her, he couldn't cut down the immortelle tree, because to face Carabon with such a request was to give to Carabon a power that he, Dixon, was unwilling to concede and expose the very shame he was seeking to disguise."

"‘And don't shout at me,’ she said. ‘I tired. Look,’ she said, ‘look at the immortelle blossoms how they pretty,’ lifting her head to the sunshine and the overhanging tree. ‘The flowers will look nice on a wreath.’"

"Then suddenly one day he awoke to find that time had gone; the house completed, the immortelle tree cut down, his mother dead, Ashton transferred with promotion to Cedros, Floyd married and gone, and he, Alford, thirty-three years old still in the island [...]."

"[...] from the stillness of the whitewashed wooden barrack houses overhung by the outflung branches of the giant immortelle shading the blighted cocoa [...]."

"Outside the yard was planted with bougainvillea trees and red hibiscus fencing, orchids were growing on tree stumps, ixora plants, a calabash tree and two coconut trees near enough to string a hammock in between, guava tree near the latrine and some julie mango trees."

"He had walked in the of the forest where the monkeys howled and the snakes waited at the end of traces near fruit trees, where cut vines sprung water, high up where parrots feasted on balata trees, into this far peace where bands of wild hogs rooted among wild yams and up to the early paths of streams, high above the waterfall up among the guatacaire and mora trees, among the angelin and the perfumed laurier into a freedom precarious like the fern rooted on stone, all about it rooted itself anywhere it could hold, all about him, everywhere, breaking forth in the songs of birds, in the brilliance of flowers, ants crawling, with helicoptering honeybees, until after three days wandering, one morning with dawn breaking he saw at the side of a mora tree the huge eyes of a half-naked boy with his brother's face looking at him."

"The more they flourished, the more she seemed to wilt, and she walked around the house, baked aloes tied to her swollen feet, her limbs greased with a mixture of nutmeg and soft candle and coconut oil, her head bound with a cloth soaked in the juice of fresh limes, wearing two, sometimes three dresses, one over the other, and one of Dixon's old jackets over them all to keep from freezing."