Some time soon after he arrives in Hawaii, a sweet lassitude creeps over the malihini (newcomer). It may come when he sweeps back the curtain in his air-conditioned hotel room, to survey a velvety emerald view of rice fields, crew-cut golfing greens, jagged peaks with their heads in the clouds, or the azure ocean. It may come as he sits sipping a mai tai (assorted rums, lime, sugar and pineapple), served by a statuesque dark-haired wahine in a billowing muu muu with a blood-red anthurium in her hair. It may come even later,...
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