He looks so handsome, so sad. An uneducated Albanian seaman. Lived for years illegally in America, speaks perfect English. "Everyone learns English in Albania. But it is American English." There is something so elegant in his distant reserve, his enduring dignity.
She's going to do something that all her friends will tell her is very silly, but the heart has its own reasons, its mysteries. She has decided to ask him to live with her. She can introduce him to books, music, cafes, the spiritual life.
A poor man stands, deformed, and she cannot help but notice certain other attributes. Again, you see, she has imagination, so many people would feel mere pity, but she, she can see the man has a vibrant sexual quality. He perches on two artificial legs, and she yearns to support him, hold him.
She'll get his name, just in case the Albanian falls through.