The girl from Djibouti

There is magic in this phrase. I was told today that I was formerly wont to use it to refer to a girl, a sort of splendid and unattainable creature, for whom Roger Hochschild harbored a profound longing. She became a sort of stand-in for all of our desires, which in those days were without exception unconsummated. I wonder whether she refused to dance with a fellow in a kilt. Of course, she wasn't from Djibouti. She was probably from Baltimore or Trenton.