I mean he resembled him genuinely: that is in the face.

A philosophical mind is but an accident.
He reproduced exactly the familiar bust of the immortal sage, if you will imagine the bust with a high top hat riding far on the back of the head, and a black coat over the shoulders.

As I never saw him except from the other side of the long official counter bearing the five writing desks of the five Shipping Masters, Mr.Powell has remained a bust to me." Our new acquaintance advanced now from the mantelpiece with his pipe in good working order.
"What was the most remarkable about Powell," he enunciated dogmatically with his head in a cloud of smoke, "is that he should have had just that name.

You see, my name happens to be Powell too." It was clear that this intelligence was not imparted to us for social purposes.

It required no acknowledgment.