Han gick till skåpet där han hade lagrat Eddies återstående ägodelar. Det var, som han kom ihåg, ett par jeans, och han tog ut dessa och utvecklade dem. De var oroliga, men inte mer än nya jeans var i dag, och de tycktes passa. William undersökte sig i spegeln; Jeansen tog av sig tio år, tänkte han, kanske mer, och de var perfekta med blazern. Detta var själva essensen av avslappnad smart, han tänkte-det vaga konceptet som tillät dig att bära något så länge du såg ut som om du åtminstone hade gjort lite ansträngning. Han kunde hålla upp huvudet i alla företag i en outfit som detta.

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(He went to the cupboard where he had stored Eddie's remaining possessions. There was, as he had remembered, a pair of jeans, and he took these out and unfolded them. They were distressed, but no more so than new jeans were these days, and they appeared to fit. William examined himself in the mirror; the jeans took off ten years, he thought, possibly more, and they were perfect with the blazer. This was the very essence of casual smart, he thought-that vague concept that allowed you to wear anything as long as you looked as if you had at least made some effort. He could hold up his head in any company in an outfit like this.)