He had bought a pamphlet at the door, and in it he read foolish jokes, clumsy tirades against capitalists, and drearily silly verses.

If the party possessed quick and cultivated writers, they had certainly not been employed on this leaflet.

His finer senses were as shocked at the meeting as his taste was at the pamphlet.

Mingled odors of tobacco-smoke, beer, human breath, and damp clothes filled the air; the people at the tables had an indescribably common stamp, unlovely manners, harsh, loud voices, and unattractive faces.

They gossiped and laughed noisily, and coarse expressions were frequent.