"See here, upon my wide face, rather near the parquet of the flooring - see my nostrils. What you seek you shall find in my nostrils. Come, Billious, and feel of them. My nostrils are cool and smooth, they do not quiver. Come and feel of my nostrils."
And so Billious ceased to concern himself with the chafing and swiftly climbed from his booster chair and placed his wet fingers into the dark nostrils of the wall.
And thus this matter of the nostrils is closed. There are no further accounts.