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First published January 1, 1931
As each local and main line train arrived, the passengers, with their baskets, trunks and suitcases, trickled out into the square from the station like playthings from a box of toys. The almost total absence of cultured faces, of bourgeois hats, umbrellas and bowler hats was astonishing. People in red kerchiefs and caps crowded on to passing tramcars, or bargained with the mob of cabmen, and then flowed slowly off in various directions through the noise of the capital.
Shortly after ten o’clock the employees began to arrive. Most of them had something in common with the building itself; if in the streets noisy people in caps and red kerchiefs predominated, then here were people of refined appearance, the men in hats and overcoats and the ladies in modest dresses, with carefully dressed hair which they rearranged in front of the mirror before going upstairs.
He had small, well-shaped ears and a sharply pointed little beard, a pale nervous face and a habit of turning round quickly, as in a frightened way, which was a sign of lack of balagce and fretfulness of purpose.
The people, the proletariat, who were so touching and wonderful when oppressed by the other classes, absolutely ceased to be touching and wonderful when they themselves began to oppress these classes and to proclaim their own existence in the most definite way; by walking about in exercise shirts and high boots, and occupying positions in all establishments.