In Dickens’ final, unfinished,
prophetic novel (The Mystery of Edwin Drood, 1870), he describes Mr
Grewgious:
He had a scanty
flat crop of hair, in colour and consistency like some very mangy yellow fur
tippet; it was so unlike hair,
that it must have been a wig, but for the stupendous improbability of anybody’s
voluntarily sporting such a head.
Separated at birth!
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