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He had occasional flashes of silence that made his conversation
-- Sydney Smith
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He had that rare weird electricity about him -- that extremely wild and
heavy presence that you only see in a person who has abandoned all hope
of ever behaving "normally."
-- Hunter S. Thompson, "Fear and Loathing '72"
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He hadn't a single redeeming vice.
-- Oscar Wilde
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"He is now rising from affluence to poverty."
-- Mark Twain
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He looked at me as if I was a side dish he hadn't ordered.
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He played the king as if afraid someone else would play the ace.
-- John Mason Brown, drama critic
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He thought he saw an albatross
That fluttered 'round the lamp.
He looked again and saw it was
A penny postage stamp.
"You'd best be getting home," he said,
"The nights are rather damp."
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He was a fiddler, and consequently a rogue.
-- Jonathon Swift
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"He was a modest, good-humored boy. It was Oxford that made him
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"He was so narrow minded he could see through a keyhole with both