He was like a little boy let loose in a toy shop, uncertain which of the attractive treasures to pick up first. - Nevil Shute

She recognised in Mr Honey a man of moods, capable of deep depression; all geniuses, she had read, were men like that.

He was a dark-haired, fresh-faced boy of twenty-one or twenty-two, who adopted the pose that everything was a joke and nothing really mattered.

A wiser man than I once said that an unusual man is apt to look unusual. In my department we seek for original thinkers, for the untiring brain that pursues its object by day and by night. If the untiring brain refuses to leave its quest to attend to such matters as the neat arrangement of collar and tie or to removing food stains from its waistcoat, I do not greatly complain.