SECOND MAN. Which way should we go? We are strangers here.
Please tell us which street we should take.

CITY GUARD. Where do you want to go?

THIRD MAN. To where those big festivities are going to be held,
you know. Which way do we go?

CITY GUARD. One street is quite as good as another here. Any
street will lead you there. Go straight ahead, and you cannot
miss the place. [Exit.]

FIRST MAN. Just hear what the fool says: "Any street will lead
you there!" Where, then, would be the sense of having so many
streets?

SECOND MAN. You needn't be so awfully put out at that, my man.
A country is free to arrange its affairs in its own way. As for
roads in our country--well, they are as good as non-existent;
narrow and crooked lanes, a labyrinth of ruts and tracks. Our
King does not believe in open thoroughfares; he thinks that
streets are just so many openings for his subjects to fly away
from his kingdom. It is quite the contrary here; nobody stands
in your way, nobody objects to your going elsewhere if you like
to; and yet the people are far from deserting this kingdom. With
such streets our country would certainly have been depopulated in
no time.

FIRST MAN. My dear Janardan, I have always noticed that this is