What had driven him on a day in 1919 to take a...
What had driven him on a day in 1919 to take a seat outside the Registrar-General's Department and wait for illiterates wanting certificates?
He had thought himself back into the mood he had known at Green Vale, when he couldn't bear to look at the newspapers on the wallAnd now he perceived that the starts of apprehension he felt at the sight of every person in the street did not come from fear at all; only from regret, envy, despair
And, thinking of the newspapers on the barrackroom wall, he was confronted with the newspaper offices: the _Guardian_, the _Gazette_, the _Mirror_, the _Sentinel_, facing each other across the streetMachinery rattled like distant trains; through open windows came the warm smell of oil, ink and paperThe _Sentinel_ was the paper chanel bags to buy for which Misir, the Aryan, was a cent-a-line country correspondentBiswas had got by heart from the newspapers in the barrackroom returned to him_Amazing scenes were witnessed yesterday when Passers-by stopped and stared yesterday when
He turned down a lane, pushed open a door on the right, and then anotherThe noise of machinery was louderAn important, urgent noise, but it did not intimidate himHe said to the man behind the high caged desk, "I want to see the editor
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"This way," the receptionist said, climbing down from his desk, and led MrBiswas into a large room which cartier pasha watch belied the urgent sounds of typewriters and machineryMany typewriters were idle, many desks untenantedA group of men in shirtsleeves stood around a green water-cooler in one corner; other groups of two or three were seated on desks; one man was spinning a swivel-chair with his footThere was a row of frosted-glass cubicles along one wall, and the receptionist, going ahead of MrBiswas, knocked on one of these, pushed the door open, allowed MrBiswas to enter, and closed the door
A small fat man, pink and oiled from the heat, half rose from behind a desk littered with paperSlabs of lead, edged with type, served as paperweightsBiswas was thrilled to see the proof of an article, headlined and displayedIt was a glimpse of a secret; isolated on the large white sheet, fendi replica spy bag the article had an eminence tomorrow's readers would never seeBiswas's excitement increasedAnd he liked the man he saw before him
"And what is your story?" the editor asked, sitting down
"I don't have a storyBiswas saw almost with delight that he had embarrassed the editor; and he pitied him for not having the decision to throw him outThe editor went pinker and looked down at the proofHe was unhappy in the heat and seemed to be meltingHis cheeks flowed into his neck; his neck bulged over his collar; his round shoulders drooped; his belly hung over his waistband; and he was damp all over"Have you worked on a paper before?"
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