"All right," said Kalla, "Why don't you want to talk?" Zaki put down his mug of mead and just stared at his wife for a few seconds. Finally, grudgingly: "Because every time I have a conversation, darling, it flows in alphabetical order. Just like I told you. I think the only way to stop it is to not tall at all." "Damn it, Kalla!" snarled Zaki and stomped out, slamming the door behind him. He nearly collided with Siyasat, his neighbour. "Fine day," said the young man. "Gods!" hollered Zaki, sending the young man flying with a well-placed punch, and dashing away. "How are you today, Zaki?"