premise: I sat soaking at about 100 degrees F , while an exuberant gentleman on my left . 
hypothesis: I sat soaking at about 100F , while an exuberant gentleman on my left , who was wearing his washcloth draped over his head , gave me his four words of New York , Broadway , Niagara Falls , Grand Canyon . The real cultural joy , however , lay in just immersing myself in this aura , evoking Dante and 8 ? ? , and watching the occupants through the steamy haze as they lathered , rinsed , and squatted on little plastic stools to shave before low-hung misted mirrors against the walls'all this before I slap-slapped back to my room to enjoy dinner on the floor .