Sinclair Lewis Quotes
His Name Was George F. Babbitt. He Was Forty-six Years Old Now, In April, 1920, And He Made Nothing In Particular, Neither Butter Nor Shoes Nor Poetry, But He Was Nimble In The Calling Of Selling Houses For More Than People Could Afford To Pay.
His Large Head Was Pink, His Brown Hair Thin And Dry. His Face Was Babyish In Slumber, Despite His Wrinkles And The Red Spectacle-dents On The Slopes Of His Nose. He Was Not Fat But He Was Exceedingly Well Fed; His Cheeks Were Pads, And The Unroughened Hand Which Lay Helpless Upon The Khaki-colored Blanket Was Slightly Puffy.
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