Above his head the funnel farted black soot into the sky.

He added, “I didn’t give enough credit to the fiendishness of the C.I.A.”

English is little heard, and women wrapped in Technicolor fabrics plait microbraids into customers’ hair as their colleagues beckon passers-by.

He knew he would never eat them; they were merely an added load in his pack. Aaah, fug this.