In my heart there is a classroom where I take Spanish, finally, from a young woman. And she says, "Hunger is very close to man. Conclude from this as little as you can." In the event, I am prepared for language jokes But susceptible to the slightest attention. When she turns the lens of the class toward me, Over and over, I think fourmi not hormiga. And yet I'm too shy to stretch out a tentacle -- The room is down the hall from the left ventricle.