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unearths some literary gems.
From Death in the Night Watches, by George Bellairs:
***[Once again I observe how even rather pedestrian writers turn impressively poetic when it comes to flights of mustache metaphor.]He had a large red moustache. His nose, a formidable promontory jutting over this copious covering of his upper lip, combined with it to remind one of the sea breaking against the foot of a granite rock.***[The ancient gardener] began to gossip. He had a confidential and persistent manner, constantly seizing Littlejohn by the arm as he progressed, as though fearing his audience would flee. He behaved for all the world like a salesman, varying his style according to the nature of his story, from that of a tout for indecent post cards to that of an importunate pedlar of insurance.***He had one eyebrow like a Norman arch; the other was Gothic, for he wore a monocle screwed in.[And a little later, one of those empathetic eyepiece incidents occurs--with architectural consequences!]His monocle fell from his eye in dismay and converted the Gothic arch to Norman again.***Long, lean, with sunken cheeks and a torn-looking moustache he gave the impression of being held together by his overalls.***His eyes protruded in intense curiosity and his moustache thrust itself forth incredulously. [Same moustache as above, btw.]***He walked with a peculiar gait like one climbing a ladder.***
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