I can't say much for the women though. But oh, the girls. All Malayan females should be poisoned at twenty-one. Before that they're—mmmh!... Oh yes, they're dark. But the longer you're there, the whiter they get. Well that's the way it seems.... I'll never forget the first time I saw them. We sailed into a little harbor about sundown, and the girls came swimming out. Flowers in their long hair. Singing and laughing upward through the water. Brown skinned. It seemed like gold to me. A richer, deeper gold than any metal. I can see that gold shimmer even now on their wet bodies. And they swam like mermaids to the rail and climbed on board. Laughing at us like a bunch of shameless imps.