Well, Hallelujah and pass the ammunition. Company for dinner! And and eligible bachelor at that, without three wives or even one as far as I know. Anatole, the schoolteacher, is twenty=four eyars of age, with all his fingers still on, both eyes and both feet, and that is the local idea of a top-throb dreamboat. Well, naturally he is not in my color category, but even if I were a Congolese girl I'm afraid I'd have to say thanks but no thanks to Anatole.
by Barbara Kingsolver
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The narrator expresses a mix of sarcasm and disbelief about the excitement surrounding a local bachelor named Anatole. He is described as a twenty-four-year-old schoolteacher, who is considered somewhat of a catch in their community, especially since he has no previous marriages. However, the narrator indicates that despite his seemingly positive attributes, Anatole does not fit her personal standards or preferences for a romantic partner.

This commentary highlights the contrast between societal expectations of desirability and individual preferences in relationships. The narrator's humorous and dismissive tone suggests a larger theme of the book, exploring cultural differences and the complexities of attraction, ultimately reinforcing her lack of interest in Anatole.

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