"Oh, I cannot abide these complacent clods," I exclaim. "I cannot relate to these opulent oafs who are laughing in the streets. They are not high enough or low enough. For my love I must find the poor, the deprived, the fornicators, the addicts, the drunkards, the unwashed,..."
"Oh, these are the poor," the clod told me. "This is the poorest street in town, Index Y-Z. It's hard to tell them apart now except that the poor spend more ostentatiously than the rich do."


Ch. 6 - Arrive at Easterwine (1971)


Oh, I cannot abide these complacent clods, I exclaim. I cannot relate to these opulent oafs who are laughing in the streets. They are not high enough ...

Oh, I cannot abide these complacent clods, I exclaim. I cannot relate to these opulent oafs who are laughing in the streets. They are not high enough ...

Oh, I cannot abide these complacent clods, I exclaim. I cannot relate to these opulent oafs who are laughing in the streets. They are not high enough ...

Oh, I cannot abide these complacent clods, I exclaim. I cannot relate to these opulent oafs who are laughing in the streets. They are not high enough ...