- We will send in 10–14 business days.
/images/books/10736514/9781514781319.jpg)
- Author: Henri Barbusse
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 151478131X
- ISBN-13: 9781514781319
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
- SAVE -10% with code: EXTRA
Reviews
Description
All the days of the week are alike, from their beginning to their end. At seven in the evening one hears the clock strike gently, and then the instant tumult of the bell. I close the desk, wipe my pen, and put it down. I take my hat and muffler, after a glance at the mirror-a glance which shows me the regular oval of my face, my glossy hair and fine mustache. (It is obvious that I am rather more than a workman.) I put out the light and descend from my little glass-partitioned office. I cross the boiler-house, myself in the grip of the thronging, echoing peal which has set it free. From among the dark and hurrying crowd, which increases in the corridors and rolls down the stairways like a cloud, some passing voices cry to me, "Good-night, Monsieur Simon," or, with less familiarity, "Good-night, Monsieur Paulin." I answer here and there, and allow myself to be borne away by everybody else.
The promotion ends in 
- Author: Henri Barbusse
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 151478131X
- ISBN-13: 9781514781319
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
All the days of the week are alike, from their beginning to their end. At seven in the evening one hears the clock strike gently, and then the instant tumult of the bell. I close the desk, wipe my pen, and put it down. I take my hat and muffler, after a glance at the mirror-a glance which shows me the regular oval of my face, my glossy hair and fine mustache. (It is obvious that I am rather more than a workman.) I put out the light and descend from my little glass-partitioned office. I cross the boiler-house, myself in the grip of the thronging, echoing peal which has set it free. From among the dark and hurrying crowd, which increases in the corridors and rolls down the stairways like a cloud, some passing voices cry to me, "Good-night, Monsieur Simon," or, with less familiarity, "Good-night, Monsieur Paulin." I answer here and there, and allow myself to be borne away by everybody else.
Reviews