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''with its back to the bench. This bench in turn has been drawn much closer, but is now placed more to the rear and half-faces front, its back squarely to the door in the corner''.

is seated in the ''old chair. He has evidently been typing, or is about to type, for a sheet of paper can be seen in the machine. He smokes a pipe, which he is always relighting whether it needs it or not, and which he bites and shifts about and pulls in and out and puffs at nervously. His expression is dispirited, his eyes shift about, his shoulders are collapsed submissively. He seems much thinner, his face drawn and sallow. The collegiate clothes are no longer natty, they need pressing and look too big for him''.

[Turns to his typewriter and pounds out a few words with a sort of aimless desperation—then tears the sheet out of the machine with an exclamation of disgust, crumples it up and throws it violently on the floor, pushing his chair back and jumping to his feet]

Hell!

[He begins pacing up and down the room, puffing at his pipe, thinking tormentedly]

No use can’t think of a darn thing  well, who could dope out a novel ad on another powdered milk, anyway? all the stuff been used already Tartars conquering on dried mare’s milk  Metchnikoff, eminent scientist  been done to death  but simply got to work out something or  Cole said, what’s been the matter with you lately? you started off so well