On the top of his head a few long hairs waved over a skin of doubtful cleanliness. He had enormous eyelashes, a heavy mustache, and a thick beard. Suddenly I had a kind of vision, I know not why, of a basin filled with dirty water in which all that hair had been washed. You surely must have experienced some great sorrow. I am old because I never go out into the air.
Nothing makes a man deteriorate more than the life of a cafe.
I still could not believe him. One could not get as bald- headed as you are without having been in love. He shook his head, shaking dandruff down on his coat as he did so. No, I have always been virtuous. It destroys the hair.