EDWARD PICKMAN DERBY
"Blond and blue-eyed,
he had the fresh complexion of a child; and his attempts to raise a moustache were discernible
only with difficulty. His voice was soft and light, and his pampered, unexercised life gave
him a juvenile chubbiness rather than the paunchiness of premature middle age. He was of good
height, and his handsome face would have made him a notable gallant had not his shyness held
him to seclusion and bookishness."
"Edward went to pieces rapidly after that. He did not call again, but I went daily to see him. He would always be sitting in his library, staring at nothing and having
an air of abnormal listening."
"Edward went to pieces rapidly after that. He did not call again, but I went daily to see him. He would always be sitting in his library, staring at nothing and having
an air of abnormal listening."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Thing On the Doorstep