"He came into the door [with] his bushy eyebrows, his watery gray eyes, his chin and the double chin under it ... one of France's great modern revolutionary figures . . . His gray face had a look of decay. [It] looked as though it were modelled from the waste material you find under the claws of a very old lion . . . 'He may be a glory and all,' said a corporal . . . 'But he is crazy as a bedbug. He has a mania for shooting people.' "
Thus, in For Whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest...
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