Driscoll house

With some difficulty, Ishmail made out the lettering on the side of the huge building through the bouncing rain. The cab driver mutely tap the meter and Ishmail fumbled through his pockets to get rid of the loose change. Reluctantly he left the warmth of the cab, pulling the coat over his head and dragging his rucksack with him. The enormous bulk of the hotel reared over his head like a warning, raindrops pelting from a leaden sky. As he mounted the steps, he saw a small metal sign on the left.



Headquarters of the International Language Club



That sounds fun, though Ishmail, miserably.

He faced great difficulty trying to open the black wooden door, considering he was also trying to push instead pull as the metal in the door indicates.