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

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

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

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