Arthur Conan Doyle,
The Stark Munro Letters — OAKLEY VILLAS, BIRCHESPOOL, 29th May…
(1895)
“ Munro. sir." At last, however, his conversation became unbearable--a foul young man is odious, but a foul old one is surely the most sickening thing on earth. One feels that the white upon the hair, like that upon the mountain, should signify a height attained. I rose and bade him good-night, with a last impression of him leaning back in his dressing-gown, a sodden cigar-end in the corner of his mouth, his beard all slopped with whisky, and his half-glazed eyes looking sideways after me with the leer of a satyr. ”
