The landlady, Madame Lemercier, left me alone in my room, after a short speech impressing upon me all the material and moral advantages of the Lemercier boarding-house.
And I? I am a man like every other man, just as that evening was like every other evening..
A whole world of human beings had passed here like smoke, leaving nothing white but the window.
The places on the whitish woodwork and the pink wallpaper that had been touched oftenest had become smudgy-the edge of the door, the paint around the lock of the closet and the wall alongside the window where one pulls the curtain cords.
Little by little, the ceiling had darkened like a stormy sky.
Things tarnish, too.
Human contact wears things out with disheartening slowness.
The moulding, which I could reach with my hands, was out of line and cracked, and the marble mantelpiece had lost its sharp edges.
The carpet was frayed from the door to the window-a path trodden by a host of feet from day to day.
The room was worn with use, as if an infinite number of people had occupied it.
This particular room I had never seen before, but, oh, how familiar it all was-that bed of imitation mahogany, that frigid toilet table, that inevitable arrangement of the furniture, that emptiness within those four walls.
I saw two chairs, one of which held my valise, two narrow-backed armchairs with smeary upholstery, a table with a piece of green felt set into the top, and an oriental carpet with an arabesque pattern that fairly leaped to the eye.
The room was grey and had a dusty smell.
I looked round the room and then at myself.
I stopped in front of the glass, in the middle of the room in which I was going to live for a while.
The landlady, Madame Lemercier, left me alone in my room, after a short speech impressing upon me all the material and moral advantages of the Lemercier boarding-house
