The Welsh farmer, strong, broad-shouldered and blue-eyed, acknowledged Willie's presence by an unintelligible ejaculation which sounded very much like a growl, and with not very cheerful hospitality pushed a chair towards him. […] [T]he farmer swallowed his broth in huge spoonfuls, alternating with growls, […]

Realizing he had forgotten his wallet, he stiffed the taxi driver when the cab stopped for a red light.

This etching is full of fine detail.

Les looked around the room for Em. His glance passed Lou Kohn, leading amateuse of the Teacup Theater (who was draped against a door à la Sarah Bernhardt), and rested on Em and Howard—alone in a window-seat.