“I nod so much there's a nodding festival going on.”
“In there?'She nodded.'You want us to go into the tortoise?'Another nod.'It's alive.'Another nod.”
“I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.”
“Legs shaved?" I nodded"Other... things... shaved?""As much as they are ever going to be, yes, now move on." That was where I drew the line of this conversation.”
“Mike nodded. A sombre nod. The nod Napoleon might have given if somebody had met him in 1812 and said, "So, you're back from Moscow, eh?”
“It's so huge," I say to him, and he nods.”