| Quote #4
Now he knew what must be done. His quest, however, lasted a long while: This was a quiet and chaste town, and the secret by-street where one could buy love was unknown to Chorb. Only after an hour of helpless wandering, which caused his ears to sing and his feet to burn, did he enter that little lane—whereupon he accosted at once the first girl who hailed him (20).
Look at the language used to describe Chorb seeking out the prostitute: "quest," "helpless wandering" – these are epic words. They almost remind us of the Orpheus myth or something…
| Quote #5
Blinking and cautiously stretching out her bare arm, she palpated a woman’s dress, a stocking, scraps of silk—all this stuffed in anyhow and smelling so nice that it made her feel sad (32).
Chorb’s melancholy has pervaded the story’s entire setting – even simple objects in the hotel room reflect his grief.