hair shirt

Marvin takes off his T-shirt and dives into his swimming pool.

If you use it wisely, it may be Ulysses' hauberk; if you reject it, the shirt of Nessus were a cooler winding-sheet!

I pictured him as slim and young looking, smooth-faced, with golden curly hair, and big brown eyes.

He was tall and of familiar figure, and the firelight was playing in the tossed curls of his short, fair hair.

His hair was darker—almost brown save at the temples, where age had faded it to an ashen colour.

He frowned, and bent his head, and his long hair fell over his face, while the poor Stuttgardter sat there like a beaten hound.