But, sitting by the opening of Ismail's Muslim Eating Shop, Inder Singh was spooning in soup, tall, thin, saturnine, his beard cut, contrary to the laws of religion, trimmed in a Mephistophelian manner, his turban neat and starched[.]

The day after I'd finished the screenplay, I felt fluish and heavy in the legs. The fluishness and heavy-leggedness increased.

a waxen tablet

I suppose muggins here will have to do all the work, as usual.