The Stranger's Woes

"The lower the cultural level of a people, the stronger they cling to traditions," said Lonli-Lokli.

(никак не пойму, согласна я с ним или нет)

All my roads lead to the House by the Bridge, whichever way they might turn.

I didn't deny myself the pleasure of driving at maximum speed, so Anday paid me back royally for the trouble he had caused in the first half of the day. The fellow comported himself well. He didn't squeal but remained immobile and silent at the back seat. What was he doing? Praying? Unlikely--the inhabitants of this city are not in the least devout. Which is understandable, I guess. Why would they need gods when life is so good?