No repose, thought Poirot, no feminine grace! His elderly soul revolted from the stress and hurry of the modern world. All these young women who surrounded him–so alike, so devoid of charm, so lacking in rich, alluring femininity! He demanded a more flamboyant appeal. Ah! to see a femme du monde, chic, sympathetic, spirituelle–a woman with ample curves, a woman ridiculously and extravagantly dressed! Once there had been such women. But now–now–
Why is Agatha Christie such a dude
