"He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weather-cock perched upon his spindle neck to tell which way the wind blew. To see him striding along the profile of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and fluttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a cornfield."
I love this. It's so masterfully descriptive, it's inspiring. Don't you think? And as the story unfolds, his character unravels even more deliciously so. You gotta laugh when you see Hollywood's take on Ichabod i.e. Johnny Depp in the Sleepy Hollow--which by all accounts was awesome. Yet with all Depp's entertaining efforts of the schoolmaster's geeky portrayal, he wasn't truly Ichabod. Not even close.
So...have you read Irving's The Legend of Sleepy Hollow? Do you remember how wonderful Ichabod was?