He was one of those rare men who are beautiful without being unmanly.

His face was modelled with the care a Praxiteles would lavish on a Phoebus.

His brown hair was thick and dark and every touch of wind stirred it, and his hazel eyes were brilliant with an enduring light--the inextinguishable joy of life.
Consider that there was no malice in Jerry Strann.

But he loved strife as the young Apollo loved strife--or a pure-blooded bull terrier.

He fought with distinction and grace and abandon and was perfectly willing to use fists or knives or guns at the pleasure of the other contracting party.