It was the style, at the time, to grow a beard to a length where you could grip it with your toes. And we walked about, hunched over, our toes tugging at our chin and jowls, if we hadn't yet reached a length that would allow us to walk upright, unwilling to postpone the pleasure.
Hello, this is Ragged Feathers. We talk about writing, art, dogs, tea, knitting, weather, science, literature, history, and other cool things. Your host is Lili Saintcrow. Come in and have a beverage; be excellent to each other.