Algernon Blackwood,
The Story Mr. Popkiss Told
“ Popklss, ignoring the contradiction, and looking like an offended parrot with his head on one side, “reminds me of one.”“Which?” inquired the prig smartly, “the railway accident or the narrow escape?” He was a small young man, with red eyes and a face like a weasel. He was also a “psychical student.”“Both,” said Popklss, looking at him over the top of his spectacles, and spreading out his coattails before the fire, so that he resembled more than ever a parrot, jaunty, yet slightly ruffled, swinging on its perch. ”
