John has a long moustache.
The long sobs of autumn's violins wound my heart with a monotonous languor.
My Viking Kitties' Beebers are stuned.
(Tympanis play the 'V' for 'Victory' notes, Film-Noir Resistance fighters go from Gauloise-smoking torpor to franticly assembling Sten guns and digging lumps of Plastique out of hayricks)