a waxen tablet

I suppose muggins here will have to do all the work, as usual.

But, sitting by the opening of Ismail's Muslim Eating Shop, Inder Singh was spooning in soup, tall, thin, saturnine, his beard cut, contrary to the laws of religion, trimmed in a Mephistophelian manner, his turban neat and starched[.]

The day after I'd finished the screenplay, I felt fluish and heavy in the legs. The fluishness and heavy-leggedness increased.