It is never difficult to distinguish between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine. - P. G. Wodehouse

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

I don’t know if you have had the same experience, but a thing I have found in life is that from time to time, as you jog along, there occur moments which you are able to recognize immediately with the naked eye as high spots. Something tells you that they are going to remain etched, if etched is the word I want, for ever on the memory and will come back to you at intervals down the years, as you are dropping off to sleep, banishing that drowsy feeling and causing you to leap on the pillow like a gaffed salmon.

I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.