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He is a Perfectly Impossible Person

           Itwashissizewhichtookone’sbreathawayhissizeandhisimposingpresence.Hisheadwasenormous,thelargestIhaveeverseenuponahumanbeing.Iamsurethathistop-hat,hadIeverventuredtodonit,wouldhaveslippedovermeentirelyandrestedonmyshoulders.HehadthefaceandbeardwhichIassociatewithanAssyrianbull;theformerflorid,thelattersoblackasalmosttohaveasuspicionofblue,spade-shapedandripplingdownoverhischest.Thehairwaspeculiar,plastereddowninfrontinalong,curvingwispoverhismassiveforehead.Theeyeswereblue-grayundergreatblacktufts,veryclear,verycritical,andverymasterful.Ahugespreadofshouldersandachestlikeabarrelweretheotherpartsofhimwhichappearedabovethetable,savefortwoenormoushandscoveredwithlongblackhair.Thisandabellowing,roaring,rumblingvoicemadeupmyfirstimpressionofthenotoriousProfessorChallenger.

           "Well?"saidhe,withamostinsolentstare."Whatnow?"

           Imustkeepupmydeceptionforatleastalittletimelonger,otherwiseherewasevidentlyanendoftheinterview.

           "Youweregoodenoughtogivemeanappointment,sir,"saidI,humbly,producinghisenvelope.

           Hetookmyletterfromhisdeskandlaiditoutbeforehim.

           "Oh,youaretheyoungpersonwhocannotunderstandplainEnglish,areyou?Mygeneralconclusionsyouaregoodenoughtoapprove,asIunderstand?"

           "Entirely,sirentirely!"Iwasveryemphatic.

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