Selva latina, or Tristes tropiques
”…For the first time in my life I was on the other side of the Equator, in the tropics, and in the New World. By what master-token should I recognize this triple transformation? What voice would confirm it for me, what never-yet- heard note ring out in my ear? Flippancies first: Rio seemed to me like one huge drawing-room.”
”The trees were so high that they seemed to touch the sky; and, if I understood right, they never lose their leaves; for they were as fresh and as green in November as ours are in the month of May; some were even in flower, and others were bearing fruit And wherever I turned the nightingales were singing, accompanied by thousands of other birds of one sort and another.”
Excerpts from: Tristes tropiques, by Claude Lévi-Strauss; 1955.