“She cost you more.” “I know,” said the trick. “How much?” “You tell me,” she said, thinking he might be a cop setting her up. That kind of thing sti… - George Alec Effinger

The night is this city’s single resource. Well, that and disease.

“Did you sleep well last night?” asked Glorian.
“Yes, I suppose,” said Dore, “although I was trouble by a strange dream.”
“Oh? Perhaps it was some sort of omen. Tell me of it.”
“Certainly,” said Dore. “I dreamed of a domino.”
“Just one?”
“Yes, just the one. All night. No people or sounds in the dream, just the domino. The five-three.”
“Wonderful!” cried Glorian. “The five-three is a lucky little devil. It presages victory after hardships. It confirms your inner ambition, but counsels you to avoid extremes, to temper pleasure with practicality. Advances in music, art, and drama are indicated. Rely on good manners and good taste. The five-three is a domino of hope and good news.”
“Are you making that up?” said Dore suspiciously.

I believe that it is possible to overlegislate ourselves into a highly restrictive form of government.