'...Master Gammon was not one who took the ordinary plunge into the gulf of sleep, and it was required to shake him and to bellow at him - to administer at once earthquake and thunder - before his lizard eyelids would lift over the great, old-world eyes; upon which, like a clayey monster refusing to be informed with heavenly fire, he rolled to the right of his chair and to the left, and pitched forward, and insisted upon being inanimate...'
from Rhoda Fleming by George Meredith (Chapter XLII)
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