and then our exile

a: what time is it?
e: seven something.
b: ...twenty four.
e: it's seven...twenty-five. basit has this problem with lying.

e. [to A]: it's a great leather jacket--it keeps out the water, and the wind
b: --and the compassion.
e: that too.

a: what'd you do at university?
e: I got my BS in electrical/computer engineering, and--
b: mm. you say BSc, man, not BS.
e: hah no, I got my BS in engineering.

a [over supper]: so—have you given bai' to any sufi shuyukh?
b: um. mm, not--
e: --he's given bai' to his nafs. Shaikhul nafs.

e: brr. My feet are the same temperature as the floor.
b: so you're cold-blooded.
e: no, just that my feet are freezing. It's my feet that're cold.
b: that and your heart.