He is already a miniconglomerate.

Why did he keep writing all those years for nothing? Not for nothing. For him.

I had lived with him, scarcely conscious that he had an individual smell at all. But now I could recognise it at once - soapy, mentholy, a little sweaty, musky, turpsy. I passed the material under my nose, and his presence was filling my head.

Furthermore, the two sides of a straight lace are usually almost indistinguishable although, occasionally, tallies (see Plate 268) are worked over the surface on the right side.