Mikhaylov did not remember his name or where he had seen him or what they had talked about; he remembered only his face, as he remembered every face he had ever seen; but he also remembered that it was one of the faces he had mentally put aside with the enormous class of falsely important faces, faces lacking expression.
No recordaba su apellido ni dónde le había visto, ni lo que había hablado con él. Sólo recordaba su rostro, como el de todas las personas que encontraba, y sabía que lo había clasificado ya en la inmensa categoría de los rostros sin expresión, a pesar de su falso aire de originalidad.