Samuel guzzled some golden liquid from a hip-flask plucked from a pocket of his brocaded dark blue jacket (which clashed outrageously, as every item of his clothing always did, with every other, with his orange cravat, maroon shirt, “M' favourite wesskit,” – taut over his farctate belly – of mustard yellow with pink buttons, red britches held up by another cravat, this one green, for a belt, orange socks – “To match the first cravat, of course!– and silver-buckled shoes so shiny black as to be ugly).
These are the Lazaruses who lie prostrate at the gates of our cities and neighborhoods, and these are the needs that affluent Americans have conditioned themselves not to see because reaching out in any significant way would be far too costly.
Lacertids are distinguished by a section of large, flat scales on the undersides of their necks. […] Teiids are the New World counterparts to lacertids.
Moreover, Henry Charbonneau, a cagoulard, portrayed Henri Martin, head of the Cagoule's intelligence section in November 1937, as an incorrigible mythomane, and Deloncle as a devotee of intelligence.
