You look at those little old men now," he said, pointing to a club member with bent back and projecting lip, shuffling towards them in his soft boots, "and imagine that they were _shlupiks_ like that from their birth up.

" "How _shlupiks_?" "I see you don't know that name.

That's our club designation.

You know the game of rolling eggs: when one's rolled a long while it becomes a _shlupik_.