Compartment C, Car 293, 1938
		Rostre sever, cabells més o menys rossos, ulls amb una espurna d'introversió, cutis al pic de la vida, posat de ves-guipant-me-fins-que-t’avorreixis, vestit negre que li estrenyia els pits i un joc de cames llargues i en plenes facultats, era, i fa de bon dir, una dona atractiva i, en el sentit modern del mot, «independent». Aquelles hores mortes del tren eren propícies per llançar-li mirades furtives a la dona que seia a l'altra banda del passadís. Llegia, la pobra, amb tanta concentració que a l'horabaixa li passà per alt que els últims raigs del sol s'adherien encesos per l'oest a la volta sense límits del cel. 5 10 15
		Translation by Lawrence Venuti
		Face stern, hair more or less blonde, eyes with an inward-looking glint, skin in the pink, wearing a stare-till-you're-bored attitude in a black dress that hugged her breasts and a pair of long legs, in good working order, she looked real swell, sure enough, and "independent," as the saying goes. The down time on the train was just the ticket for stealing looks at her as she sat across the aisle, reading —poor kid— with such concentration that at dusk she completely missed the sun's last rays burning in the west, stuck to the limitless vault of the sky. 5 10 15
		Compartment C, Car 293, 1938 Edward Hopper Private collection, New York