Huangpu River's edge, on a chilly night, the river unceasingly lashes the shore, accumulating a layer of white foam that emits a faint fishy stench—something that dedicated sanitation workers will have to clean up tomorrow morning.
Even the most glamorous city, as long as it's lived in, will accumulate filth; it's unavoidable, much the same way that even a beautiful woman will suffer from diarrhea.
Childe Hai sat on the riverside, with two dozen beers beside him, drinking one gulp after another. Earlier in the night, he had stood before Gyatso, self-righteously taking vows, and then Gyatso advanced to Senior Listener right in front of him and mimicked Mr. Su Bai's tone to say that sentence to him.
For Childe Hai, if he could face this with the calmness of still water, he would be a Saint.
