They hauled the carcasses two at a time to the bonfires; their internals stringing out and steaming in the cold, gathering the leaf litter. Their hamcoloured tongues lolling from their mouths.
(Rohan Wilson, The Roving Party)
A tall, thin man with a serious demeanor, Dr Bainton resembled a boiled egg in an ill-fitting suit with a face like the back of a sandshoe verging on the color beetroot. When Miss Pope opened the door for me to walk into the death chamber, he glanced up from the lamp’s glow on the green baize felt of her card table where AMEB documents had been placed with geometric precision.
(Roger Woodward, Beyond Black and White 2)