I thought of that crazy, chinless Crown Prince sitting in his safe little cottage hidden in the woods somewhere—they say he had flowers and vines planted around it—drinking stolen champagne and sicking on his dogs of death.
They had fat, heavy, chinless faces, retreating foreheads, and a scant bristly hair upon their heads.
Yes—the chinless gentleman with gentle brown and protruding eyes and the expression of a tame brontosaurus.
I note in passing that another chinless wonder has just walked in.
Such a dilemma should not have to be decided by faceless, chinless courtiers who are accountable and responsible to no one.
I shall not give way to that chinless wonder just yet.
He called them chinless wonders.
They have dull grey-to-white skin, chinless faces, large greyish-red eyes with a capacity for reflecting light, and flaxen hair on the head and back.
