He wore a dress the waist of which nearly reached his arms; a hat with a sable plume big enough to cover a hearse; a pair of black silk gloves, much too large for him; a ballet shirt of straw-coloured satin, which looked simply dirty; and, what with his gaunt, awkward, angular figure, his grizzled hair, his dark beard close shaven to his square jaws, yet unsoftened by a trace of pigment, his irregular features, his queer, extraordinary nose -- unlike anything else in the shape of a nose I have ever seen -- and his long skinny neck, he appeared positively hideous.
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For example, in the Play scene, he strutted from side to side, waving his handkerchief above his head, in the most extravagant manner.

I would pay good money to see this performance. Maybe even a dollar.