"Baby,baby, let me take you back where you belong, back to your lovely, lazy island where the jewelled parrot rocks on the enamel tree and you can crunch sugar-cane between you strong, white teeth like you did when you were little,baby. When we get there,among the lilting palm trees, under the purple flowers, I'll love you to death. We'll go back and live together in a thatched house with a veranda overgrown with flowering vine and a little girl in short white frock with a yellow satin bow in her kinky pigtail will wave a huge feather fan over us, stirring the languishing air as we sway in our hammock,this way and that way...the ship, the ship is waiting in the harbour,baby."

-Black Venus, Angela Carter.