User's risk." An inaudible mutter ended with, "Keep clean, anyway." At breakfast, though the acrid smoke was an enveloping reminder, he made the only reference to their situation.
"Rain at last: too late, though, to flush out the gutters.

We needed it a month ago .-- I say, Hackh, if you don't mind, you might as well cheer up.

From now on, it's pure heads and tails.

We're all under fire together." Glancing out of window at the murky sky, he added thoughtfully, "One excellent side to living without hope, maskee fashion: one isn't specially afraid.

I'll take you to your office, and you can make a start.