Seeing him steadily, if not whole, I could detect in his aspect no trace of the lamb, but he was looking so like a halibut that if he hadn't been wearing horn-rimmed spectacles, a think halibuts seldom do, I might have supposed myself to be gazing on something a.w.o.l. from a fishmonger's slab.
(from Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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