" And there's nothing amusing, nothing mirthful, really.

It's all hateful.

They're singing for vespers, and how carefully that merchant crosses himself! as if he were afraid of missing something.

Why these churches and this singing and this humbug? Simply to conceal that we all hate each other like these cab drivers who are abusing each other so angrily.

Yashvin says, 'He wants to strip me of my shirt, and I him of his.