But, thankfully, Dyer disobeys his hero and himself and gets all pondery, letting his inquisitiveness off the chain.
But Dyer is one of those rare writers whose gift is communicating, instructing, how to see.
But Dyer, in all his wide range—four novels and six, yes, genre-defying works of nonfiction—can indeed be classified.
Dyer on a bad day is still more profound, and more polished, than most writers at their effortful best.
Boredom is both a motivation for Dyer and a frequent subject.
The Dyer mixes his dyes for the coloring of tons of valuable silk and the artist paints under this artificial light.
He went direct to the Rue de Marais and demanded to speak with the Dyer.
There comes the Dyer from the station now—you'd better quit!
This was her family name; she was called Tintoretta because her father had been a Dyer.
After five minutes the wood is washed, and grained with acetate of iron (the ordinary iron liquor of the Dyer) at 20° Tw.