An existential little parable about the nature of man and woman that manages to reduce that complexity to the most simplistic of notions. The boy, fourteen, alone in a very catered landscape (no lack of beds, bathrooms and toiletrees) finds a newborn baby. He slowly, at first reluctantly, assumes responsibility; raises her and when she is older she teaches him to be a man. Then they in turn have a child, retrace previous steps, learn to clean up . . . he cuts his hair and pouf! they're ready for reality. The author plays fast and loose with Freud -- the result like the setting -- nowhere.