The world have been reduced to this: an old man in an abandoned house on a hill. Cooke was born here almost a century earlier, the last of his kind in Jamaica. And Chester Castle, like Cooke, was at the end of its existence. I left him in the home of his slave-owning forebears, oddly moved by the encounter, and returned to the forest path as the sun sank over Jamaica. -- from "My Travels: Ian Thomson in Jamaica," The Guardian