The first time I saw that man of about fifty - almost bald but who had chosen to keep his remaining hair closely cropped so it didn't look so bad, with thick, well-groomed salt-and-pepper moustache and beard, a complexion lighter than your average southerner's, and rather chubby - I was very much surprised: if he really was a writer, as I heard the waitress tell inquisitive customers, why...

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