Shortly before giving an exam, Throckmorton puts on a pair of Elmo slippers, a banana nose and a funny hat.
All right, go along to the doting mother, while I stretch out on the settle and chance twenty winks of sleep before Andrew turns up. I never sleep well on the train, as you know.
'Pair of shoes for you at last.' I picked one up. It was weathered, with a split heel and no laces. 'Too big for me,' I said, dropping it back to the floor. 'Wanna look at the Germans, like?' said Ade, standing. 'Proper, like? Come on.[…]
This man speakes of an unnaturall ill-favourdnesse and membrall deformity, but we call ill-favourdnesse a kinde of unseemelinesse at the first sight, which chiefely lodgeth in the face, and by the colour worketh a dislike in us.
