Herakles and Ancash in the front seat are (in English) discussing Yeats which Ancash pronounces Jeats. Not Jeats. Yeats, says Herakles. What? Yeats not Jeats. Sounds the same to me. It’s like the difference between Jell-O and yellow. Jellow? Herakles sighs. English is a bitch, Ancash’s mother announces unexpectedly from the back seat and that closes it—
