"The door hung open and inside, at a big
wearing the latest Martian frog-pelt gray suit; his attire alone
would have told Quail that he had come to the right person."
Ok. I'm putting it in my will that when I die, I want to be cremated in a frog-pelt suit. Of course, it might be hard, because I decided long ago I'm going out the same way Slim Pickens did in Dr. Strangelove, (yes, that is James Earl Jones.)