One day at about midday in the Parc Monceau district, on the back platform of a more
or less full S bus (now No. 84), I observed a person with a very long neck who was
wearing a felt hat which had a plaited cord round it instead of a ribbon. This
individual suddenly addressed the man standing next to him, accusing him of
purposely treading on his toes every time any passengers got on or got off. However
he quickly abandoned the dispute and threw himself on to a seat which had become
vacant. Two hours later I saw him in front of the gare Saint-Lazare engaged in earnest
conversation with a friend who was advising him to reduce the space between the
lapels of his overcoat by getting a competent tailor to raise the top button.

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