CHAPTER XX. DISAGREEABLE EXPERIENCES.

My wife and Agnes sit up until far into the night, busy with their

dressmaking in secret. The work in hand is a new dress for Agnes.

As checker, I ought by rights to denounce the pair of them to the

proper authorities for over-production, and for exceeding the maximum

hours of labour. Fortunately, however, they are not amongst the fifty

persons forming the section which it is my business to control.

The two are even more talkative than usual when engaged in this work of

dressmaking. As far as I can make out, they have not been able to find

what they wanted at any of the magazines, and so they are altering

and adapting some other garments to their fancy. They vie with each

other in girding at the new State magazines. Show-windows, puffing, and

advertising, sending out lists of prices; all this sort of thing, it

seems, has entirely ceased. There is an end to all talk, they complain,

of what novelties are to be had, and also to all gossip about prices.

The salesmen appointed by the State are all as short in their manner

as the officials on State railways always have been. All competition

between shops has naturally ceased, and for any certain given article

you have to go to one certain magazine, and to no other. This is a

necessity of the organisation of production and consumption.

It is, of course, a matter of the most perfect indifference to the

salesman whether you buy anything or not. Some of these salesmen

scowl as soon as the shop-door is opened, and they have to rise from

some thrilling book, or they get interrupted in some other pleasant

occupation. The greater the variety of goods you wish to look at, the

more questions you ask as to their make and durability, the greater

does the ire of the salesman become. Rather than fetch any article from

another part of the magazine, he tells you at once they have not got it

in stock.

If you wish to purchase ready-made clothing (in this connection I may

remark that all private dressmaking and the like, at home, outside of

the maximum eight hours day, is prohibited), the outlook is generally

a very poor one. The trying-on reminds you of the dressing-up of

recruits in barracks, the tailor being profuse in his assurances that

the number which corresponds to your measurement must of necessity fit

you well. If any garment which has been made to order turns out to be

tight here, or baggy there, it needs all the eloquence you are master

of to convince the tailor that the garment really is so. If you do not

succeed in convincing him, you have either to take the article as it is

and make the best of it, or to fight the State in an action at law.

Going to law is now a very cheap affair. As resolved at the Conference

of Erfurt in October, 1891, all law is now gratis. As a necessary

result of this, the number of judges and lawyers has had to be

increased tenfold. But even this large addition is far from sufficing

for the requirements, as the actions brought against the State for the

inferiority of the goods it supplies, for the wretched condition of the

dwellings, the bad quality of the food, the abruptness and rudeness of

its salesmen and other officials are as the sand upon the sea-shore.

With the limitations caused by the prescribed eight hours, the courts

find it utterly impossible to get through the cases set down in the

calendar. Not that lawyers and barristers can be reproached with any

wish to unduly prolong suits. So far from this being the case, there

are complaints that since the abolition of all fees, and since their

appointment as State officials, lawyers scarcely listen at all to

what their clients have to say. There would appear to be too great a

tendency to settle all differences summarily and in batches. Hence,

many persons who do not find an agreeable excitement in the mere fact

of going to law, prefer, even in spite of the law’s gratuitousness, to

put up with any injustice rather than subject themselves to all the

running about, loss of time, and vexation of bringing an action.

It is very sad to have to notice that dishonesty is on the increase,

even though gold and silver have quite disappeared. My office as

checker lets me into many a secret behind the scenes which I was

formerly quite ignorant of. The number of embezzlements is now seven

times greater than it used to be. Officials of all grades dispose of

goods belonging to the State in consideration of some private favour

or service rendered to them personally; or else they neglect, in the

due performance of their duties as salesmen, to extract a coupon of

the right value from the money-certificates of buyers, in exchange for

goods supplied. In order to make good any deficiency which a lack of

coupons would betray, recourse is then had to shortness of weight and

measurement, adulteration of goods, and so on.

Thefts of money-certificates are also of frequent occurrence. The

photographs with which these are all provided have, in practice, not

proved a sufficient safeguard against the use of the certificates by

other persons. The promises and presents of all kinds made to persons

in high positions, who have nice and easy work to give out, or who

otherwise possess influence, constitute an evil which extends to the

very highest spheres. We never hold a conference with our head checker

without our attention being called to some fresh dodge or trick in

reference to these matters.

Hitherto I had always consoled myself with the sure belief that

things would get better as soon as we had survived the period of

transition; but now I can scarcely conceal from myself the fact that

they get rapidly worse. One of my colleagues tried to explain the

cause of this to-day. His explanation is, that since people find

the utter impossibility of improving, by honest endeavour and in a

legitimate way, that position of equality which has been prescribed

for all persons alike, their whole effort is now directed to get, in a

dishonest way, that which is in no other way attainable.

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