Re: The Grand Failure
07-17-2011, 01:47 AM
Rosel got up and she said My poor friend. I have described him many times. Now to convey to you the difference. Crippled with arthritis, he propelled himself about in a wheeled chair. His once plump frame had fallen in. He was a thin little man now. His face was lined and wrinkled. His moustache and hair, it is true, were still of a jet black colour, but candidly, though I would not for the world have hurt his feeling by saying so to him, this was a mistake. There comes a moment when hair dye is only too painfully obvious. There had been a time when I had been surprised to learn that the blackness of Poirotâs hair came out of a bottle. but now the theatricality was apparent and merely created the impression that he wore a wig and had adorned his upper lip to amuse the children!
and then she went in a come
Ys "ROSETTA!" NO
and then she went in a come
Ys "ROSETTA!" NO
quidquid Latine dictum sit altum videtur.