a great fault in your character.

JANARDAN. What is?

FIRST MAN. That you are always having a fling at your country.
How can you think that open highways may be good for a country?
Look here, Kaundilya; here is a man who actually believes that
open highways are the salvation of a country.

KAUNDILYA. There is no need, Bhavadatta, of my pointing out
afresh that Janardan is blessed with an intelligence which is
remarkably crooked, which is sure to land him in danger some day.
If the King comes to hear of our worthy friend, he will make it a
pretty hard job for him to find any one to do him his funeral
rites when he is dead.

BHAVADATTA. One can't help feeling that life becomes a burden in
this country; one misses the joys of privacy in these streets--
this jostling and brushing shoulders with strange people day and
night makes one long for a bath. And nobody can tell exactly
what kind of people you are meeting with in these public roads--
ugh!

KAUNDILYA. And it is Janardan who persuaded us to come to this
precious country! We never had any second person like him in our
family. You knew my father, of course; he was a great man, a
pious man if ever there was one. He spent his whole life within
a circle of a radius of 49 cubits drawn with a rigid adherence to
the injunctions of the scriptures, and never for a single day did
he cross this circle. After his death a serious difficulty