William Dean Howells,
A Hazard of New Fortunes — Part First…
(1890)
“ March had his hands clasped together behind his head, and he took one of them down long enough to put his inkstand and mucilage-bottle out of Fulkerson's way. After many years' experiment of a mustache and whiskers, he now wore his grizzled beard full, but cropped close; it gave him a certain grimness, corrected by the gentleness of his eyes."Some people don't think much of the creation of man nowadays. Why stop at that? Why not say since the morning stars sang together?""No, sir; no, sir! I don't want to claim too much, and I draw the line at the creation of man. ”
