on captain biggar

He had keen blue eyes, a very red face, a round head inclined to baldness and one of those small, bristly moustaches which abound in such profusion in the outposts of Empire. Indeed, these sprout in so widespread a way on the upper lips of those who bear the white man's burden that it is a tenable theory that the latter hold some sort of patent rights. [the return of jeeves]

Here, you would have said, was a man who man a time had looked his rhinocerous in the eye and made it wilt. [the return of jeeves]

The whole point about a hunter like Captain Bigger, if you face is squarely is that he hunts. And, this being so, you expect him to stay put in and around his chosen hunting grounds. Meet him in Kenya or Malaya or Borneo or India, and you feel no surprise. ...But when you see him in the coffee-room of an English country inn, thousands of miles from his natural habitat, you may be excused for harboring a momentary suspicion that this is not the man in the flesh but rather his wraith or phantasm looking in, as wraiths and phantasms will, to pass the itme of day. [the return of jeeves]