the ghost's appearance was an ill omen

His protruberant eyeballs were veined with red like certain kinds of rare marble. He urged me to meditate upon the virid line of the whirling universe.

Indeed the Sunday Express is so upset by the success of that stolid public school Englishman, Clive Brook, talking Cockney and twisting his mouth gangsterwise in Silence, that its critic suggests that this adopted virtuosity may be "another of Hollywood's crushing blows at the British Empire.

He's feeling very low now because he was sixty years old the other day. And you know- you know how Bebe [is]- I said Bebe, you can't talk about being a young gay blade anymore.