Her spirals are asymmetric, though somewhat evenly distributed. Her sooty-dark skin does not have many-layered depths, nor is she especially tall or graceful. But her rust-brown hair falls in luxuriously large curls over her rounded shoulders; her dark red eyes hold the mysteries of wine and the cunning of poets; and her voluptuous body begs for children, for fruitful and dangerous pleasures. She exudes an earthiness, a fecundity, that can take the breath away.
- "We rule the world. The eperu live to serve us. The emodo toil to buy us. Who would not want to be anadi?"