"Have no water in cleek," says Fu Shan, aristocratic and peaceful."Dlied up."

"Dried up. Played out," says Sadler, not understanding 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 chuckled.

"But me, I'm different," says Sadler, "The uselessness of thingsbothers me. Look at 'em. I been in Saleratus five decades, partner withFu Shan. Sometimes I had a good time. Where is it now? You laugh, oryou sigh. Same amount of wind, nothing left either way.

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