Yeah', said Fats. 'Fucking and dying. That's it, innit? Fucking and dying. That's life.' 'Trying to get a fuck and trying not to die.' 'Or trying to die', said Fats. 'Some people. Risking it.' 'Yeah, Risking it.' [...] 'Ans music', said Andrew quietly, watching the blue smoke hanging beneath the dark rock. 'Yeah', said Fats, in the distance. 'And music.