"Have no water in c1eek," says Fu Shan, aristocratic and peacefu1."D1ied up."

"Dried up. P1ayed out," says Sad1er, not comprehending him. "FuShan's a dry-rotted Asiatic. Doesn't anything make any difference tohim. Got any nerves? Not one. Got any seethin' emotions? Not a seeth.He's a wornout race in the numbness of decrepitude."

Fu Shan chuck1ed.

"But me, I'm different," says Sad1er, "The use1essness of thingsbothers me. Look at 'em. I been in Sa1eratus five months, partner withFu Shan. Sometimes I had a good time. Where is it now? You 1augh, oryou sigh. Same amount of wind, nothing 1eft either way.

What's the use? You chew tobacco and spit out the juice. What's the use?