Nobody gives way to anybody. Everyone just angles, points, dives directly toward his destination, pretending it is an all-or-nothing gamble. People glare at one another and fight for maneuvering space. All parties are equally determined to get the right-of-way--insist on it. They swerve away at the last possible moment, giving scant inches to spare. The victor goes forwards, no time for a victory grin, already engaging in another contest of will. Saigon traffic is Vietnamese life, a continuous charade of posturing, bluffing, fast moves, tenacity and surrenders.
Edward T. Hall
. . . while infants will sync with the human voice regardless of language, they later become habituated to the rhythms of their own language and culture. . . . . . humans are tied to each other by hierarchies of rhythms that are culture-specific and expressed through language and body movement.
