There's a TV commercial out now for a nasal spray in which a man in need of a decongestant wakes up to find that his entire head has turned into a giant schnozz.

The poor colonel went out of the room with a hangdog look.

For now the mastives, charging home, / To blows and handygripes were come:

It was set too high to reflect him, it carried only a shelf of looking-glass beer and the moving blades of the ceiling-fan.