PADNA
Micus!
MICUS
What?
PADNA (thoughtfully)
There's no justice in the world.
MICUS Damn the bit! Sure 'tisn't porter we should be drinkin' a cold night like this!
PADNA (as he sips from pint)
'Tis well to have it these times.
MICUS
The world is goin' to the dogs, I'm afraid.
PADNA
'Tisn't goin' at all, but gone.
MICUS
An' nobody seems to care.
PADNA Some pretend they do, like the preachers, but they're paid for it. I do be often wonderin' after readin' the newspapers if God has forgotten about the world altogether.
MICUS
I wouldn't be surprised, for nothin' seems to be right.
There's the police, for instance. They can do what
they like, an' we must do what we're told, like childer.