Lord Snatch, gaining the landing, sidled through the double doors which now presented themselves. These, opening onto the wet area of the wellness suite, afforded him his first view of Charybdis, glimpsed hazily through the steam lowering over the place. There were indeed nymphs disporting in those petillant waters, as Lord Snatch was delighted to see. —
Lord Snatch, The Wellness Suite
Inasmuch as, for reasons the precise nature of which eluded him, he was somewhat reluctant to be recognised, Lord Snatch thought that he would persist with the equine disposition which had hitherto served him so well. Having said which, clothing was clearly and manifestly optional in this establishment, of which dispensational liberality His Lordship was entirely willing to avail himself. To this purpose, he immediately divested himself of the ragged drawers which had ineffectually window-dressed his already irredeemably compromised dignity, and was just on the point of striding over to Charybdis and insinuating his limbs among those of the giggling sorority infesting those waters, when he was forestalled by a hand upon his shoulder. Prising back the houyhnhnm jaws, he found himself peering into a pair of eyes behind which no recognisably human intelligence had ever dwelt. —
Houyhnhnm head, Houyhnhnm
“Nasty-looking wound you have down there, Sir,” said Mr John Virgil, looking vey intently into the vey yellow eyes peering out from between the striped jaws swelling not to maculate giraffe. —
John Virgil
Mr John Virgil betrayed by pupillary dilation the occurrence of a more than fleeting reflection as to the propriety of resorting to the display of the contents of a certain bucket. —
The bucket
Lord Snatch vey shortly after this found his ruminations interrupted, for a redoubtable lady of our prior acquaintance now made her presence known beside the ledge from which His Lordship had been declaiming. Being doubtless entirely au fait with the moeurs governing Pex ’n’ Quads, Miss Minerva Ledwitch was no longer clad in that bewildering assortment of feathers and stays and whalebone and petticoats and wotnot, in which vestments she was accustomed to go about before the eyes of the world. Instead, she had arrayed herself in a daunting multiplicity of the towels doled out by that brace of ogresses dwelling below in Reception, which she had supplemented with a quantity of diversely patterned sarongs as well as several Palestinian keffiyehs. —
Herod
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