an anti-smoking ordinance

He had one hand on the bounce bottle—and he'd never let go of that since he got back to the table—but he had a handkerchief in the other and was swabbing his deadlights with it.

These two pivots of the Great Wheel, blended, had brought men, women and children in their thousands, to kill some miserable lambling . . . on the temple steps in stonement for their sins […]

In Lvshun, Liaoning, I was feeling lonely when I was told a friend of mine lived there.