Godfather Drosselmayer, a medical counselor, was anything but handsome. He was gaunt, five feet eight inches tall, and quite stooped, so that if he dropped his handkerchief, he could scarcely bend down to pick it up despite his long legs. His face was as wrinkled as a rennet that has suffered an April frost. In lieu of his right eye he wore a big, black patch. He was totally bald, a disadvantage he countered by wearing a grassy, curly periwig—a highly ingenious device of his own composition made of spun glass. In regard to this respectable headgear, he was forced to keep his hat under his arm nonstop. His remaining eye was alive and brilliant.
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Godfather Drosselmayer, a medical counselor, was anything but handsome. He was gaunt, five feet eight inches tall, and quite stooped, so that if he dropped his handkerchief, he could scarcely bend down to pick it up despite his long legs. His face was as wrinkled as a rennet that has suffered an April frost. In lieu of his right eye he wore a big, black patch. He was totally bald, a disadvantage he countered by wearing a grassy, curly periwig—a highly ingenious device of his own composition made of spun glass. In regard to this respectable headgear, he was forced to keep his hat under his arm nonstop. His remaining eye was alive and brilliant.
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