Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose.

He was short, with black hair and a long nose.

He was a little guy with a large nose and a lot of dark hair.

You are no different from someone with a big nose.

And what of the woman with no eyes or nose?

He lay down with his nose almost in the water.

For a woman with a short little nose, she sure made a production of looking down it at me.

With nose to ground he set out upon his task.

She forced it open with her nose and looked around.

He comes into my home with his nose in the air and talks to me like I'm a child.