Krakatit by Karel Čapek

He dreamed that he heard a noise made by innumerable wheels. "It's some factory or other," he thought and ran up the steps. All at once he found himself standing in front of a large door, on which was a glass plate with the name: Plinius. Inordinately delighted, he went in. "Is Mr. Plinius in? " he asked of a girl sitting at a typewriter. "He'll be here in a moment," she answered and directly afterwards there appeared a tall, clean-shaven man with enormous circular spectacles. "What can I do for you? " he asked.

Prokop glanced inquiringly at his extraordinarily expressive face. His mouth was of the British variety, his forehead was covered with lines and had a wart the size of a sixpence, his chin was that of a cinema artist. "Are y -- you Mr. Plinius?"