An imperious man stands on a shore, nose aquiline, brow furrowed. Gravity is carved in his features. Noble in stance, he is the perfect image of the 18th century colonial administrator. Within moments, the scene turns to farce. Caught ogling bathing women, he is pursued, fleeing to cries of ‘Voyeur! Voyeur!’. He restores his precarious dignity by turning around and hitting one of the women, a slave.