Andrei: (sighing) Hmm… nothing optimistic here.
Ellesha: On the material plane it's what we have: layer after layer of eating.
Soo: There must be a way beyond it!
Philyra: You can't get beyond it. All the chanting and bowing and praying is basically non-sense. All that we can do is make a heroic choice to fearlessly defend our core values.
Jules: (laughing) Huh? Actually, I'm a bagel: my core is empty.
Andrei: Zhat's the same as all of us. And I kun relate to zis poem – it reminds me of Dovlatov and Golding.

Work Conditions - an art work and poem by Tim Newfields