Next up is Henry Sidgwick. “Seated at the far side of the table was Henry Sidgwick. He might have been a handsome man at one time, but his otherwise delicate features were offset by his long beak-like nose that had apparently been broken and reset several times in the past. His long beard was gray-haired and shaggy, like an unshorn sheep. His weather-worn face was oddly juxtaposed to the crispness of his suit, likely tailored to perfection in a high-end London tailor’s shop. His eyes had a look of grave concern that lingered beneath his heavily wrinkled eyelids. (Chapter 8)
