LE OPERE: Joy and the Law

" When he boarded the bus he got in everyone's way.
There was his briefcase crammed with other people's papers, the enormous parcel bulging out under his left arm, his plush grey scarf, his umbrella on the point of flying open: everything conspired to obstruct his showing his return ticket. He was obliged to rest the great package on the conductor's ledge, provoking an avalanche of small change; he tried bending down to pick up all this insubstantial coinage, rousing those behind him to cries of protest - they were desperate in case his dilly-dallying left them with their coat-tails caught in the automatic doors."