This is a row that keeps its gunpowder mortars right next to the wine casks. If the lamps are still lit here eight months from now, thank my ledger, not my prayers.

• Phra SakEight months, you say. I'd give it less.
  Miguel AfonsoThe Left Minister always counts other men's deadlines for them.
• Nai TunThat mortar's taken on damp. It smells sour.