“What flaw could you possibly find in his appearance?""His posture," Hannah muttered."What about it?""He slouches.""He's an American. They all slouch. The weight of their wallets drags them over.”

“I’m 6’3”, but you would think I was Napoleon’s height because I’m slouched over with poor posture, and I have a lust for conquering Europe.”

“From beneath his slouched hat Ahab dropped a tear into the sea; nor did all the Pacific contain such wealth as that one wee drop.”

“And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”

“You have many flaws, he announced... “But there was one flaw that made all the other imperfections pale in comparison.”“Was?” she asked. “I don't have this flaw any longer?”“No, you don't.”“Pray tell,” she muttered in exasperation, “what was this terrible flaw?”He grinned. “You used to be English.”

“His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was”