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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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