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So far the mind had been ambling, if I may dare 
the expression ; moving forward ungainly, as if 
by one hemisphere at a time. But now I keenly 
wondered how we should agree, myself and this 
well-fed swine that had just been introduced to 
me. He was obviously in drink, and none the 
worse for that : the better indeed for my 
purpose. The old fellows face seemed vaguely 
familiar, though I am not good at faces. 
Suddenly I remembered that white bear which 
jutted from his chin like an undercurving wave. 
It should have been recognisable a mile off, 
from weekly reminders in the more ecstatic 
newspapers, as that of Sir Paul Trinder, whose 
furor loquendi had cause him for twenty years 
to adhere loudly to every ebbing cause in town. 
He was also, if I mistook not, some sort of 
chartered lecturer at obscure seats, one might 
almost call them stools, of learning. Such a 
man, it might be argued, was no ones enemy 
but his own ; but, oh, what a bitter enmity that 
could be. 

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Original text:

So far the mind had been ambling, if I may dare 
the expression ; moving forward ungainly, as if 
by one hemisphere at a time. But now I keenly 
wondered how we should agree, myself and this 
well-fed swine that had just been introduced to 
me. He was obviously in drink, and none the 
worse for that : the better indeed for my 
purpose. The old fellows face seemed vaguely 
familiar, though I am not good at faces. 
Suddenly I remembered that white bear which 
jutted from his chin like an undercurving wave. 
It should have been recognisable a mile off, 
from weekly reminders in the more ecstatic 
newspapers, as that of Sir Paul Trinder, whose 
furor loquendi had cause him for twenty years 
to adhere loudly to every ebbing cause in town. 
He was also, if I mistook not, some sort of 
chartered lecturer at obscure seats, one might 
almost call them stools, of learning. Such a 
man, it might be argued, was no ones enemy 
but his own ; but, oh, what a bitter enmity that 
could be. 

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