Spadina streetcar, stroking your moustache.

Caucasian male, mid 30s, wearing black dress pants, blue dress shirt (sleeves rolled to elbows) and scuffed leather shoes. He has a full beard and pulls methodically at his moustache like the hair of a Crissy Doll.

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, Michael Chabon (Picador)

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Sammy performed the rapid series of operations--which combined the elements of the folding of wet laundry, the shoveling of damp ashes, and the swallowing of a secret map on the point of capture by emerging troops--that passed, in his mother's kitchen, for eating.

Her job was to wait below, terry cloth shorts bunched between her chubby legs, while he climbed the television tower. She kept a look out for adults, older siblings, or anyone, really, with sense enough to call his parents. He would be quick. By his rules of the game, only once up and down constituted a closed case. Then they could retreat to the basement, the young boy and his neighbour, lie on the couch together, still, "getting the girl" his reward for another mystery solved.