the whirl of their movement amidst the dominant blue. A monstrous black banner jerked its way to the right. He perceived a blue-clad n***o, a shrivelled
woman in yellow, then a group of tall fair-haired, white-faced, blue-clad men pushed theatrically past him. He noted two c******n. A tall, sallow, dark-haired, shining-eyed youth, white clad from top to toe, clambered up towards the
platform shouting loyally, and sprang down again and receded, looking
backward. Heads, shoulders, hands clutching weapons, all were swinging with those marching cadences.
Faces came out of the confusion to him as he stood there, eyes met his and passed and vanished. Men gesticulated to him, shouted inaudible personal
things. Most of the faces were flushed, but many were ghastly white. And disease was there
