"The fog over San Francisco and the gloomy sky in the mad frights of electric lights. It seems as if you are out of time; a sense of despair mixed with mockery; water-drenched pavements, plain folk on a walk. At such a time, the night business rages; in the soul of a person there is a vague craving for destruction, and prostitutes endow everyone with this doom - enough to survive the storm and stay afloat. But for girls the weather is necessary. In all hotels of the city prosperity becomes a reality . After midnight - well-being, going into dancing, the hectic opening and slamming of doors, running down the corridors in a thick, caressing rumour of unprintable speech - all about the same ancient instinct ; Elderly men and green youths, big business and girls, the perpetrators of the celebration, changing customers, majestically marching like priestly priestesses .. " Translation: Aram Ohanyan